Love's Last Dance in the Typhoon

I shook my head and replied firmly, “That’s not necessary. From now on, I don’t like anything from this brand anymore.”

It reminded me of how I once thought I couldn’t live without Casey, believing I loved him too much to let go.

Now, I realized that giving up was far easier than holding on.

Casey assumed I was just being difficult by rejecting his gift. Ignoring my reluctance, he dragged me into the car, insisting we go out so he could buy me something.

Outside, the wind howled fiercely.

Inside the car, silence lingered. My gaze fell on a black, lacy bra lying on the car seat.

Casey quickly put it away, stammering, “It’s not what you think. Helena’s just careless. She bought it and left it in my car.”

I looked away, nodding. I muttered, “Alright.”

Casey glanced at me, puzzled. “You’re not mad?”

I met his eyes, calm and indifferent. “Didn’t you say she left it in your car? Why would I be mad?”

The drive continued in silence, with Casey frequently casting glances my way.

“Kelly, aren’t you going to say anything to me today?”

Whenever we were together, I was always the talkative one, filling him in on every detail of my day, big or small. However, looking at him now, I had no desire to speak.

“Yes, I do have something to say. Let’s get a divorce.”

It was the only thing left to say.

Casey’s expression turned sour. “That’s enough. Stop bringing up divorce over such trivial things. If I actually agreed, you’d just end up crying and begging…”

Just then, his phone rang, cutting him off.

Helena’s faint, tearful voice echoed through the line.

Casey frowned, sounding anxious. “Lock your doors. I’ll be there soon.”

After hanging up, he accelerated and turned to me. “Something urgent came up. You should get out here.”

I looked at the howling winds outside, disbelief filling my voice. “You want me to get out of the car here?”

He immediately unlocked the doors. “The mall’s only about a mile away. It won’t take long to walk.”

I stayed put. “Casey Lewis, this isn’t about going to the mall. There’s a typhoon out there. Are you really throwing your wife out of the car to rush to your secretary?”

Frustrated, he snapped, “The wind broke Helena’s window. She’s in danger. This is life and death, Kelly. You can’t be throwing a jealous fit right now!”

When I refused to move, Casey pushed me out of the car. Before I could steady myself, he sped off.

The wind felt like blades slicing through me. I stumbled to the ground, pain surging through my body. It was as if the heavens themselves were mocking me for stubbornly clinging to Casey.

I didn’t head to the mall. Instead, I turned around and walked home. The rain eventually came, and I ended up walking two hours through the storm.

The rain washed away every last feeling I had for Casey.

Once home, I changed out of my soaked clothes and took a hot shower.

Checking Instagram afterwards, I wasn’t surprised to see Helena’s latest post.

“The man I love is a hero. He came to me through the storm. I always feel safe when he’s by my side!”

The post included a picture of Casey’s silhouette from the side.

For the first time, I agreed with her. How could he not be her hero when he abandoned his wife in the middle of a typhoon to rescue her?

Later that night, I developed a fever from being caught in the rain. My body ached, and I felt dizzy. Just then, a phone call woke me.

It was Casey. “The company’s anniversary celebration is today. You need to attend with me. I’m almost home; wait downstairs.”

Before I could say anything, he hung up.

My head was spinning, and I felt weak all over, but I got up to change, thinking I might go to the hospital.

Anniversary celebration? To the devil with it.

As I reached downstairs, Casey pulled up. He lowered the window and looked displeased when he saw my pale face and casual attire.

“Kelly, there should be a limit to your attitude. Today’s the company’s anniversary celebration, and you’re trying to embarrass me by dressing like that?”