Ten years ago, her hand stroking my back was trembling slightly, just as it is trembling today, ten years later.
"Let's get a divorce." I couldn't see anything other than firmness in his eyes, because he didn't love me anymore.
Next, what I have to do is simple, smile.
Smile to everyone.
I think I should find a job that allows me to survive. I want to live well and show it to him, because he doesn't love me anymore.
When I came out of the divorce office and walked onto the street, I didn't feel anything strange. He grabbed my hand and said seriously: I think I should be responsible for you until you find a job.
I grabbed the LV bag he gave me three years ago and smashed it into his face, which relieved me.
"Put away your kind charity, I can't bear it." He still refused to give up, so I had to be cruel.
He grabbed me, held me tightly, and then kissed me on the forehead. I don't know what this kiss means. I think it's been ten years since we said goodbye.
That's it
I smiled and said goodbye to him.