A Heart Gone With the Wind

The dress was clearly Yvonne's style. I even saw her post about liking it on her Instagram earlier.

"Faith, I thought you weren't mad. Then what's with the attitude now?"

Hearing Taylor's accusation, I felt extremely exhausted. I didn't even want to explain anymore that I truly wasn't upset at him. So, I silently accepted the dress and hung it in the closet.

As I lay on the bed and slowly drifted to sleep, a warm body pressed up against my back.

Taylor wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. After a few kisses, he turned me to face him. Just as he was about to kiss my lips, I instinctively turned away and pushed him back.

He sat up angrily, turning on the bedside lamp to look at me.

"Faith, are you done?"

I used to love being intimate with Taylor, but he never liked it. Every time he touched me, it was only because he couldn't stand my pestering any longer.

I turned my back to him and said, "I'm really tired today. I'm going to sleep."

Taylor went quiet for a while. He used to say that to me, and now, I was using the same line.

The light stayed on for a long time. Taylor stood by the window and smoked for quite some time before going to sleep in the guest room.

That night, I slept better than I had in a long time.

I felt great the next day, and my work efficiency was through the roof.

A colleague even teasingly asked if something wonderful had happened to make me so energetic. I just smiled and said nothing. After all, getting a divorce wasn't exactly a wonderful thing.

Then, I suddenly remembered she knew an excellent divorce lawyer. With a smile, I said sincerely, "Can you give me the contact information of that divorce lawyer you mentioned previously?"

My colleague didn't think much of it. Everyone knew how much I loved Taylor, hence it was rather unimaginable that I was ever going to divorce him.

Because of that night, Taylor and I didn't speak for a whole week.

We'd never gone that long without talking since we got married. I used to love him so much that whenever we argued, I'd be the first to make up after only one day of cold war.

Right before I got off work one evening, Taylor messaged me.

"Percy's having a birthday party for her girlfriend. Wait for me at the entrance. We'll go together."

I didn't reply, and he didn't seem to care.

After work, his car pulled up in front of me. Yvonne was in the passenger seat as usual.

Taylor looked a bit flustered—maybe he was finally starting to sense something was wrong.

Meanwhile, I was unfazed as I got into the back seat. That was when I noticed that it was filled with shopping bags, and nearly all of them were Yvonne's.

The front seat had also been decorated in soft pinks, with a sign that read: "Yvonne's Spot."

I lowered my gaze and made idle chat with Willa on my phone, thinking about where we could go after the party. Engrossed, I completely ignored the complicated look Taylor was giving me.

The moment we arrived at the party, Percy Thompson and his girlfriend Beatrice Miller came to greet us.

"Faith, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked Taylor to go hiking that day. I forgot you injured your ankle."

Percy might have forgotten, but perhaps Taylor had never mentioned it to begin with. It was very likely he'd even forgotten about it himself.

Nonetheless, I didn't care about the reason.

I accepted Percy's apology. It was due to this incident that Taylor had assumed I was mad at him and gave me the cold shoulder for a whole week.

But I really wasn't angry.

"It's fine. As long as everyone had fun," I replied in a calm tone devoid of any pretense.