Chapter 6
That night, I moved out of the villa, not wanting to stay any longer and be in the way of those three people.
I returned to my old apartment from before the marriage.
It was the one my mother had left me. Though it was a bit worn down, it was a decent place to settle into for now.
When Adrian and our son returned that night, they found no trace of me.
In the room, my things were gone- completely vanished. The living room and bedroom were filled only with their belongings.
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Even the monstera plant in the living room had been taken.
It was mine. I was the only one in the family who liked greenery.
I had once tended to many plants, but when they were still small buds, Noah had destroyed them.
What was once a balcony full of flowers was now left with only that one plant after Noah had grown up.
“Dad, Mom really left. I’ll call Aunt Yuna and ask her to come be my mom today,” our son cheered.
Only Adrian stood still, staring at the spot where the monstera had been, stopping our son from making the call.
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No more dinners to prepare for them, no more baths to run.
Now, I ate dinner early, then went straight to bed.
I began frantically sending out resumes.
After all, I was getting a divorce, and I had to find a way to support myself.
The next day, I woke up early and finished packing the things I hadn’t gotten to the day before.
I headed to the court ahead of time.
But even after an hour past our agreed time, Adrian still hadn’t shown up.
Unable to hold back, I sent him a reminder. “Don’t forget.”
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And just to be thorough, I also made sure to remind him to bring our divorce agreement.
I hadn’t taken any of the Watsons‘
belongings, nor had I fought him for custody of our son.
I couldn’t think of a reason why he wouldn’t
come.
He didn’t respond to my message, so I waited another hour.
Still, there was no sign of him outside the court.
I called him.
Without hesitation, he hung up.
I kept calling, repeatedly.
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Until after several attempts, he finally answered the phone, his voice seething with anger. “I’m at the hospital with Yuna for a check–up. Hazel, I’ll come to the divorce, why are you in such a rush?”
“Mr. Watson, my time is just as valuable. If you keep stalling, don’t be surprised if I start using the title of ‘Mrs. Watson‘ to cover my expenses. I’d advise you to stay quiet about it,” I held back my anger and shot back.
On the other end, Yuna immediately began urging Adrian to hurry up and come finalize the divorce.
I laughed bitterly.
Soon enough, I saw Adrian.
He was walking toward me with Yuna by his
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side, holding our son’s hand, the three of them looking like the perfect happy family.
I took a deep breath. “Let’s go inside and handle the paperwork.”
“Hazel, think carefully. If you divorce me, no one will be there to support you anymore,” Adrian said, looking down at me from his lofty height.
“Dad, don’t worry about her. I want Aunt Yuna to be my mom,” our son said without even sparing me a glance, holding onto his father’s hand with no attempt to hide his feelings.
I thought I wouldn’t feel hurt anymore.
But hearing my son so eagerly anticipating my divorce from his father, my heart couldn’t help but ache.
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Was I really so detestable?
“Let’s get this over with,” I said, and walked into the court.
Adrian didn’t follow for a while.
When he finally entered, he emphasized once again that without him, I wouldn’t be able to survive on my own.
“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you? On the divorce agreement, you’re walking away with nothing. You’ve lived as a wealthy wife for over a decade, now you’re going back to the life of poverty. Can you handle it?” His tone dripped with mockery.
I answered with a swift, decisive signature.
To him, all he saw was me living the life of
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Mrs. Watson, thinking I must be living so wonderfully.
He couldn’t see how every day I had been running this household.
Cooking, cleaning, helping with the child’s homework.
While I was overwhelmed, he only had to lie down in his office and disappear into his world.
Now, I was finally about to break free from this marital cage.
No matter how fierce the storm raged outside, I believed I could shelter myself beneath an unwavering umbrella of strength.
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