It All Ends the Same

I didn’t want someone so disgusting.

Anger flashed across Randall’s face. However, he quickly smothered it.

He reached for my hand anyway, gently leading me toward the car.

“It’s okay. If you don’t like these, I’ll get you something else next time.”

When I opened the car door, my gaze immediately fell on the passenger seat.

Hanging prominently was a laminated sign that read "Princess Macy’s Seat", surrounded by cutesy stickers. It was all so juvenile, so cheesy.

Randall’s car was always pristine, orderly, and devoid of any personal touch. For something like this to be in his car, it spoke volumes about how far he was willing to indulge Macy.

Noticing my gaze, Randall looked visibly uncomfortable. “Macy’s still a bit childish, so I let her do what she wants.”

Childish? That “child” was two years older than me.

I didn’t bother responding. Instead, I slid into the back seat without a word.

Randall, likely relieved by my uncharacteristic silence, sighed and got into the driver’s seat.

As we drove, his phone buzzed on the console. He glanced at it but didn’t answer, probably out of consideration for my presence. Still, his distracted demeanor didn’t escape me.

“You should answer that,” I said flatly. “It could be important.”

The phone rang again. This time, he pulled over to take the call.

From the speaker came Macy’s voice. “Mr. Harris, I’m all alone at the hospital, and I’m scared. I don’t know anyone here. Can you come and be with me?”

Randall’s tone immediately shifted, dripping with concern. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon.”

As he ended the call, he shot me an apologetic glance.

“Nara, Macy’s young and all alone by herself at the hospital. I’ll go check on her and come back right after, okay?”

As if afraid I wouldn’t agree, he hastily added, “Don’t be unreasonable. I’m just—”

I didn’t wait for him to finish. I opened the car door and stepped out, waving dismissively. “Go ahead.”

Randall looked like he wanted to say more, but it was clear his worry about Macy outweighed any lingering guilt toward me.

Before he left, he called out, “Just head home, okay? I’ll be back tonight.”

With that, he drove off, leaving me by the side of the road without a second thought about how I’d get home.

He didn’t care that I’d just been discharged from the hospital myself. His concern for Macy at the hospital was apparently greater than his guilt toward me.

Then again, Randall didn’t even know we’d lost a child.

…

Randall didn’t come home that night.

Not that it surprised me.

There was a time when I’d wait up for him, his favorite dishes carefully prepared.

Not anymore.

Now, I sat curled up on the couch, reviewing our shared finances.

My lawyer had already told me that Randall was the one at fault in the marriage. That would work in my favor during the division of assets.

I also reached out to a few private investigators to gather evidence of Randall’s infidelity.

I wasn’t the type to pine over lost love. If love couldn’t support me, then money would.

Since Macy wanted this trash of a man so badly, she could have him. After all, she seemed to enjoy recycling garbage.

I thought back to when I held Randall’s hand and asked playfully, “Randall, will you love me forever?”

He tapped my nose with mock exasperation. “What kind of question is that? Of course, I’ll love you forever!”

My breath hitched. Even though I knew men could not be trusted, his sweet words melted something soft inside me.