We ended up not having this meal.
When we were going downstairs, Mark received a call from Olivia.
He looked at me with difficulty, and I pretended not to know it was Olivia, waving my hand generously: “I’m very tired, you go ahead with your
business.”
Mark couldn’t ask for more.
He called a taxi for me, repeatedly instructing the driver, acting as if he was very concerned.
But as soon as the car left, I saw in the rearview mirror that he immediately turned around and headed straight for the underground parking
lot.
When people are speechless, they really can’t help but laugh. As I laughed, I felt something cool on my face.
As the wind blew, the chill was carried into my heart.
Forget it, tomorrow is the last day.
After tomorrow, once we get the divorce certificate, Mark and I will be complete strangers.
I returned home, poured myself a glass of wine, and had a small drink to celebrate my freedom in advance.
When I was slightly tipsy, I saw a shooting star streak across the sky. I couldn’t help but stand up, leaning on the railing and leaning forward.
I wanted to chase that moment of brilliance.
Maybe my movement was too fast, or maybe I appeared too unsteady.
I only had time to hear an urgent “What are you doing?” before my body was forcefully pulled back.
The next second, I fell into a fragrant embrace.
“Don’t you know this is very dangerous!”
Mark’s voice was full of concern, but the smell on him made me want to vomit.
I pointed to the sky outside and said: “Shooting star…”
Shooting star!
On the day we fell in love, there was a meteor shower in the sky, beautiful and romantic.
He had promised to accompany me to watch the meteor shower every year, no matter where it was or when. He said he would put down everything in his hands to accompany me.
But year after year, he stood me up every time.
What I cared about wasn’t the meteor shower, what I cared about was the future he had promised back then.
Mark let out a long sigh and said irritably: “It’s just a shooting star, isn’t it? I’ll take you to see a meteor shower another day. Don’t joke with your safety again
Just a shooting star…
That wasn’t a shooting star, that was your promise, and you just brushed it off so lightly.
“Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary, let’s spend it together. I’ll come pick you up.”
Mark said to himself, he didn’t ask for my opinion, he was just informing me.
11:39 AM
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I looked at his empty ring finger, the mark from the wedding ring was almost gone, showing it had been taken off for a long time.
I didn’t know he had been so biased for so long.
“Okay.”
I didn’t object, just treating it as a proper end to this marriage.
Maybe to make up for me, this time the restaurant was set at the same place as last time.
When I arrived, I saw that the reserved seat at the restaurant was actually the same table where Olivia had sat before.
I felt uncomfortable immediately and quickly asked the waiter to change to another table.
However, from afternoon to evening, from evening to midnight, my phone was almost out of battery, and Mark still hadn’t come.
I was so hungry that my stomach hurt, so I had to ask the restaurant to serve me a small cake first.
With something to eat, the cramping in my stomach got a bit better.
I called Mark, but no one answered.
A surge of anger welled up in me. Mark was indeed still incorrigible, making promises casually and never keeping them.
Only I fell for it every time, foolishly waiting again and again!
What a waste of my time!
I opened my contact list intending to urge him, but I saw that the group chat had exploded.
Ten minutes ago, an anonymous email was sent to everyone in the company.
It was full of scenes of Olivia and Mark going out together, many shots taken from angles that made it look like Olivia was seducing Mark, while he remained unmoved.
The email title was even more explosive: Assistant seduces married man, uses body to get projects, despicable and shameful!
After these ambiguous photos, there were scenes of me handing over the project to Olivia. I looked haggard, while Olivia was glowing.
Every word seemed to be defending me.
But every word also directed all the public opinion towards me.
