Chapter 5

Lying on the ambulance stretcher, I checked the divorce agreement my friend had drafted on my phone.

Looking at the clearly delineated clauses, the emptiness in my heart ached even more.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, like a broken dam.

All my years of effort and dedication had ultimately led to this pitiful end.

On the operating table, after inhaling the anesthetic, I slipped into unconsciousness.

In my dream, I seemed to see Jane, holding the divorce papers, praying that I wouldn't go through with the divorce.

Seeing her guilt-ridden expression, I felt no pity in my heart, instead turning away resolutely.

As the effects of the anesthesia wore off, I woke from my dream and gazed at the empty hospital room.

I belatedly realized that Jane no longer meant anything to me.

After regaining consciousness, I had someone mail out the divorce agreement.

As expected, upon receiving the agreement, Jane threw out everything in the house that belonged to me.