My Love was Lost in Time

I bitterly smiled. A person's unconscious reactions couldn't deceive others.

We have been married for five years, but Rita is still not used to my touch, let alone being intimate with me.

But when facing Aaron, she was so natural in leaning towards him.

She didn't mind the dirt or the discomfort.

The atmosphere was very silent.

"Harrison, can you stop having filthy thoughts? Aaron was bitten by a snake at that time and his life was at stake. As his direct leader and former senior, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

"Not everyone is as perverted as you," she added.

Faced with Rita's accusation, I suddenly felt bored.

I didn't want to argue with her about who was right or wrong.

"Rita, have you ever noticed the tone you are calling him? You are always very gentle when you call him, but when you call me, your tone is always accusatory.

She was stunned and explained, "I..."

I interrupted her and pointed at the signature.

"I have already signed, just check it over and sign it. I won't take advantage of you in terms of property. I won't touch anything that's rightfully yours, and this house will be left for you. However, I'll contribute more towards the deposit."

My firm and serious attitude made Rita a little annoyed.

After all, from the very beginning of our relationship, I had always followed her and devoted myself to her.

Perhaps she had never expected that I would be the first one to break up with her.

Rita glanced at me angrily, still as arrogant as ever.

"Harrison, you're the one who initiated the divorce. Don't regret it in the future and beg me to get back together with you."

"Don't worry, I won't come back to bother you again," I replied.

For the past few years, Rita had always been in control of our relationship.

She had proposed breaking up, but after my persistent apologies and pursuit, she agreed to continue being with me.

But this time, I really had to let go.

We had been in love for three years and married for five years. I had thought that I could warm Rita's heart, but in the end, it was all in vain.

How could a heartless person be moved?

I used to think about getting married to Rita, starting a family, and raising our own children, all of us happily together.

However, reality gave me a few tight slaps, bloodied and painful.

Rita signed the divorce agreement and threw it at me.

"Harrison, you can leave now," she said.

I went into the room and quickly packed my things, then pulled my suitcase and looked one last time at the house we had shared together.

Goodbye, Rita.

Before leaving, I reminded her.

"See you at 10 am tomorrow at the Marriage Registration Office."

Her hesitant expression became cold again at this moment.

Early the next morning, I tidied myself up, dressed in a suit, tie, and shirt, and made a decent effort to say goodbye to the relationship.

When I used to date Rita, I would always arrive half an hour early to show her how much I valued her.

This time was no exception.

I arrived at the Marriage Registration Office at 9:30 a.m.

But Rita was nowhere to be seen.

I called her, but no one answered. Until the staff of the Marriage Registration Office got off work, Rita still did not show up.

I didn't know what she meant.

Was she reluctant to let go of the relationship?

I didn't realize that because of this guess, there was a glimmer of hope in the depths of my heart.