It's Too Late for Your Love

The next day marked the last day of the divorce cooling-off period. After that, Luther and I would have nothing to do with each other.

I was watering my plants on the balcony when the ring on my finger slipped off and fell over the edge. Instinctively, I leaned forward to try to retrieve it.

"What are you doing?" Luther grabbed my arm and pulled me back forcefully. His eyes were filled with concern and urgency. "Do you realize how dangerous that was?"

It almost seemed like he still cared about me.

"The ring fell," I replied.

That ring was something he had made for me by hand back then. I loved its design, so I had been wearing it all this time. That was why I reacted so impulsively when it fell.

He let out a breath he had been holding. "It's just a ring. I can buy you another one. There's no need to do this."

Just a ring, huh? I glanced at his hand and noticed how bare his ring finger was. He had already removed his own ring long ago.

"Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. I'll pick you up, and we'll spend it together," Luther offered.

It had been so long since we had celebrated a wedding anniversary properly.

I hesitated for a moment. Perhaps it was a way to put a dignified end to this marriage.

...

The next day, I arrived early and sat in the private room at the restaurant we had reserved in advance. I had been waiting for a long time. My stomach had started growling with hunger, but Luther still hadn't shown up.

I picked up my phone to call him. If he didn't intend to celebrate our wedding anniversary, he could have told me outright instead of wasting my time and leaving me to wait here.

After my calls went unanswered, I glanced at my phone screen and saw that something was posted in the work group chat.

An anonymous account wrote, "Sasha seduced her married boss. She used her youth and looks to sleep her way up the ladder—how shameful!"

Attached to the message was "evidence" of me transferring the project to Sasha. Although the message condemned Sasha, the words implicated me.

Not long after I saw it, Luther barged in furiously after kicking the door open.

He shouted, "I thought you willingly handed over the project. I can't believe you can be so vile! You agreed on the surface while scheming behind my back to slander Sasha! Tabitha, how can you be so despicable?"

Sasha stood behind him, sobbing pitifully as if she had been deeply wronged. She wailed, "I don't need the project. I don't care what they say about me. But, Tabitha, I've always seen you as a good friend. Why would you do this to me?"

"It wasn't me," I stated calmly. "Since I already agreed to let her take over from me, I wouldn't stoop to something like this."

Luther retorted vexedly, "Who else has a reason to target Sasha but you? You're such a hypocrite! Sasha went out of her way to pick this restaurant for us, but you don't deserve such kind treatment!"

He got so angry on Sasha's behalf. So much so that he even smashed a plate right in front of me. The shattered pieces scattered across the floor.

After more than ten years together, he still didn't trust my character.

I reached into my bag and pulled out the divorce agreement. "Since that's how you feel, we should finalize this now. The 30-day cooling-off period is over anyway."

I placed my resignation letter underneath the agreement.

Luther let out a cold laugh and grabbed the pen to sign his name without thinking. "As you wish!"

With that, he took Sasha's hand and left with her.

I sat at the table, watching his retreating figure. Well, there was no point in spending one last wedding anniversary together anymore.

I turned to the cold dishes on the table and quietly ate my plate of pasta.

When I was done eating, I grabbed the suitcase in the corner that I had already packed beforehand. Then, I took a cab and went to the airport.

On the way there, I sent Luther a message. "The keys are on the coffee table. It's over between us. Don't ever contact me again."

After sending it, I turned off my phone and boarded a flight to Naderton.