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Chapter 3
I erased all traces of my trip to Emilycy and returned to the marital home I shared with James
I took out all the gifts he had given me over the years and cut them up one by one.
I gently caressed each gift he had given ma, ovary item carrying our shared memories. This custom wedding dress was meant to be worn at our promised wedding. I could still recall the warm sensation of his hands as he embraced me from behind while taking my measurements, his fingers lightly grazing my skin… As my fingers glided over the smooth, delicate fabric, my heart ached as if pierced by needles. All these beautiful moments had now become more illusions. I destroyed
soch gift, as if demolishing the dreams of love I once held.
How strange.
Even though I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular, why were so many tears still falling?
I once heard a saying
Heartbreak is like falling ill; during the day, everything seems fine and cloor.
But at night, the dampness seeps into your bones, and the pain is excruciating.
Toors flowed uncontrollably from my eyes. Remembering our intimate moments in bod made my heart race and my chooks
flush. He was so gentle, considerate, and passionate then… How ironic it all sooms now! Once d crack appears in a
relationship, it can novor roturn to its original state.
Perhaps this is just my withdrawal symptoms.
I stood up and laid out the custom–made wedding dress on the floor,
Expressionless. I slashed a tear into it with scissors.
I took a deep breath to calm myself, then spread the wedding dress on the floor and viciously cut a gash into it with the
scissors, venting my resentment and grief.
I needed to remind myself.
Relationships are the same way; once a rift appears, no matter how you try to mand it, it can never return to what it once
was.
After tidying everything up. I put these items in the study.
y, aroom James rarely entered.
Lying in bed, unable to sloop. I was scrolling through short videos when I came across a suggested account that seemed
familiar.
The username was “I Love James
As if possessed, I clicked on it.
It was a record of a girl’s secret crush on a guy
The latest post was geotagged at Emilycy
The caption read: “The man I’ve liked for ten years is getting married next month. I want to gather the courage to confess.
Wish me luck”
In her photo, I saw a familiar hand.
With a wedding band on the ring finger.
It was James’s
Seeing that hand wearing the wedding band, my heart clenched tightly. How could I ever forget? That was unmistakably James’s hand! That hand had brought me countless moments of joy and memories. James would hold me tightly from behind, kissing my neck and earlobe, while his hand slipped under my nightgown, caressing and kneading my sensitive spots. That some hand once held mine as he said, “We’ll never be apart” But now that hand was holding another woman. How ridiculous.
