Chapter 4
Before I could finish my sentence, Natasha’s voice suddenly came through the phone. “Michael, are you packing or not? Come here now!”
Michael’s voice lowered slightly, sounding a bit anxious. “Yvonne, what did you just say? I didn’t catch that.
“I have to fly overseas with Tasha tomorrow to visit an exhibition. Let’s talk when I get back.”
The call then ended abruptly.
I smiled. I had originally planned to talk to him in person, but in the end, he still didn’t give me the chance.
In the following days, I successfully resigned from the firm, packed up everything, and moved into my new home.
Michael would still send me pictures of wedding venue decorations occasionally.
“There are so many kinds of wedding styles. Which one do you like?”
“I think a beach wedding would be great. What do you think?”
I looked at the beautifully designed images with a hint of irony. After three years of marriage, all I got were endless disappointments.
Now that I’d left, he suddenly started caring about the wedding.
At the same time, Natasha’s social media was being updated daily–photos of the two of them looking sweet together, or videos of carefully planned surprises by Michael.
The day before our scheduled wedding, also the final day of the divorce cooling–off period, a proposal video suddenly appeared on Natasha’s feed.
In the video, Natasha was wearing a white wedding dress, standing in a blooming garden. Michael knelt on one knee, holding a sparkling diamond ring.
People around them cheered, “Kiss! Kiss!”
The video ended with Michael smiling and pulling Natasha tightly into his arms.
I finished watching the video calmly, commented “Congratulations“, and then blocked her.
Soon after, Michael called me. He sounded cheerful.
“Yvonne, I’ll be back tomorrow. I’ve already coordinated with the wedding planners. Once I’m back, we can go ahead and hold the ceremony.”
The next morning, I didn’t go to the beach wedding.
By noon, I still hadn’t received a call from Michael asking why I didn’t show up. It wasn’t until evening that he came back, looking exhausted.
Seeing me sitting on the couch, guilt and unease flashed in his eyes. “Tasha wasn’t feeling well, which delayed my return.
“But don’t worry. I promise you, the next wedding will go as planned.”
When I heard that, I felt absolutely nothing.
Sure enough, he failed to show again at the 33rd wedding attempt.
I quietly pushed the divorce agreement in front of him. “There’s no need. The cooling–off period is over. Let’s go finalize our divorce.”
