So Long and Farewell—Forever

When he did not get any response from me, Derek knitted his brows and let out a sigh. Then, he asked cautiously, "Are you feeling upset?"

It turned out he was not completely blind.

I forced a smile. "No, I'm not. It's probably because I didn't sleep well last night."

The atmosphere was growing tense gradually. Ivy dropped her gaze briefly. Suddenly, she leaned toward Derek's chest.

"I'm sorry, Derek. I shouldn't have troubled you in the first place. It's all my fault that Sienna's ended up in a bad mood now."

Derek instinctively placed his arm around Ivy's shoulders and pulled her closer. His voice was tinged with concern.

"It's fine. You didn't do anything wrong. Why should you feel bad asking for help from a long-time friend? It's not like we did anything wrong."

The two of them completely ignored me as they gazed into each other's eyes longingly.

I averted my gaze from them and decided to walk past them. I had only taken a few steps forward when Derek caught hold of my arm.

"Sienna, I'll take you on a trip overseas once my schedule frees up. I know you're sad about us not celebrating our wedding anniversary this year. Just be a bit more patient. I'll definitely keep my promise."

I was forced to stop and look into his eyes. However, Derek kept his arm around Ivy's shoulders and proceeded to whisper something next to her ear. They made such a lovely pair as they walked away side by side next to each other.

My heart had already been ripped into pieces. I felt nothing even as I looked at those two now.

I had signed the divorce agreement just as Derek wished. From now on, I would refrain from going to places where I might run into him.

I received horrible news when the results of my check-up were out. Although ovarian cancer might be curable, I could only rely on using medication to prolong my life since my cancer was already in its late stages.

I did not have much time left. At this point, I had lost the will to live anyway. Perhaps death was also a way to put me out of my misery.

Derek would also finally get the chance to be with the person he truly loved.

…

For two whole weeks after my visit to the hospital, Derek did not realize I had moved out of his house. He was probably too engrossed in spending all his time with Ivy.

The last text message that could be seen in the chat window shared between me and Derek was from two weeks ago.

"I need to work a lot of shifts recently, so I won't be coming home."

Derek finally started sending new text messages today.

"Sienna, I've been working extra shifts for the past few weeks. My colleagues can replace me for my shifts for the next few days, so I can come home and spend some time with you soon.

"Why have you been so cold to me lately? You haven't sent me any messages at all. I've been thinking about you all this time.

"I'll take it that you're just throwing tantrums now."

I felt annoyed after seeing those messages, so I turned off my phone. Around midnight, I received dozens of missed calls from Derek when he saw that I did not reply to his messages.

When I eventually blocked his number, Derek started sending me messages nonstop by using other numbers.

He had probably seen the divorce agreement that I had left on the coffee table. When I clicked on the messages, I could sense Derek's panic and agitation through his words. He was clearly anxious as he asked me various questions.

"Sienna, where the heck are you?

"Who gave you permission to sign the divorce agreement?"