The Divorcee Amazed the World

Helena reached out to accept it, lowering her eyelids to watch his handsome fingers resting on the chopsticks.

The delicious aroma of a hearty breakfast filled the air, yet neither of them touched the food.

A lifetime had never seen a meal consumed in such sadness.

After half an hour, the dishes remained untouched.

Helena set down her chopsticks, stood up, and said softly, “I’ll pack my things.”

Willis tightened his grip on the chopsticks slightly, “No rush.”

Helena forced a bitter smile. In such a situation, shouldn’t she leave quickly? Did she have to wait to be chased away?

Turning to go upstairs, she packed her belongings one by one, taking nearly half a day. Finally, she zipped up her suitcase and carried it downstairs.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Willis approached and reached out for the suitcase, “Give it to me.”

“No need.” Helena lifted the suitcase, straightened her back, and walked out.

Passing through the courtyard, she couldn’t help feeling sentimental. People were not like plants; how could they be so heartless?

Three years-what they called familiarity breeding affection turned out to be her own affair.

She loved him so much, wholeheartedly, with passion and tenderness. But what was the use?

Let go, just let go.

Walking side by side to the front gate, a car was waiting outside.

Willis handed her a check, “Thank you for these three years of companionship.”

Helena stood stubbornly, unsure whether to take it.

Willis forcibly placed the check into her suitcase, “Take it. You’ll need money in many places from now on.”

“Okay.”

Helena replied dryly, lifted her head, and greedily gazed at his attractive lips, prominent nose, and handsome eyes. Recalling the moments in bed when he covered her eyes with his gaze, the stars filled the sky, twisting her heart in pain, too painful to express.

She thought, in this lifetime, there would surely come a day when she could finally stop loving him.

Three years? Ten years?

Perhaps even a lifetime.

Falling in love with someone seemed easy, but forgetting them was difficult, very difficult.

Willis watched her for a moment, then suddenly pulled her into his arms. His face remained calm, but turmoil brewed in his eyes. “In the future, it won’t be easy for you alone. If you encounter difficulties, call me.”

Tears welled up, but Helena swallowed them down. “Okay.”

“In the past two years, my health was poor, and my temper was bad. I made you suffer.”

“It’s okay.”

“Take care of yourself.”

“You too.” Helena slowly raised her hand, embraced him, and held onto him as if saying a final goodbye.

Suddenly, she let go of him.

She pushed him away and quickly wiped her face, picked up her suitcase, and turned to leave.

After a few steps, she heard Willis ask, “Who is Jay Smith?”

Her heart trembled slightly. Helena’s raised foot descended slowly.

Dusty memories came crashing down like an avalanche.

She was too sad to find words.

Hearing Willis say again, “He must be important to you. I apologize for occupying you for three years. I wish you happiness.”