A Firm Decision:No More Second Chances

Charles stared at me in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

I didn't hesitate and nodded.

Over the past year, because of Camilla, we often argued intensely.

But even when I threw things, cried, or ran away from home, I had never mentioned divorce.

I cherished him and still held out hope that he could change his mind and remember our sweet moments.

But the reality proved that my repeated concessions only made him worse.

A man who had already been tainted was nothing but worthless garbage, no matter how much he was cleaned.

The once proud and arrogant Charles was also unwilling to back down when it came to divorce.

He picked up the divorce agreement and, without even reading it, flipped to the last page and signed his name.

"Elena, don't regret this."

After saying this, he called Camilla right in front of me.

"Wait for me at home. I'm coming to find you."

Watching Charles leave with determination, I felt no inner turmoil.

In the afternoon, I received a package sent by my mother.

Because of regional dietary differences, my mother worried that I might not adapt, so over the years, she often mailed me food she had prepared herself.

When I looked at those jars of hometown dishes, my eyes turned sour.

I missed my mother and wanted to go home.

I called my boss. "You previously mentioned the opportunity to transfer to the Las Estrellas headquarters. Is that still available?"

My boss sounded surprised. "Of course, with your abilities, this opportunity is yours alone."

On the fourth day of Charles being absent, I texted him, asking when he would take me to file for divorce.

He brushed me off, saying: [I'll get to it when I have time.]

I looked at Camilla's tweets. They were together every day, acting like a couple in love.

I had no idea when he referred to as having time.

I didn't expect Charles to come back that evening, with Camilla following him.

I was eating dinner, oatmeal paired with the hometown dishes my mother had made.

Charles kissed Camilla as if I didn't exist. He said he was going to the room to pack his clothes and told Camilla to wait in the living room for a while.

Camilla obediently nodded. Once Charles entered the bedroom, she began to critique the house's decor as if she were the owner.

"I don't like the color of this wall. I prefer pink.

"This sofa isn't soft enough. I want Charley to replace it.

"Your wedding photos are so outdated. I plan to go to the Maldives with Charley to take wedding photos. They will definitely look better than yours."