Wake up. I actually arrived ten years later. Not only did she have a husband, she was also getting divorced. I stared at the man in front of me. Ten years had carved traces of maturity on his face. He was no longer the ignorant and young boy in my memory. Sure, he looked rich and charming. But all this has nothing to do with me. "You can get a divorce," I said, "but you have to wait until three months later."
