She looked out the window, bored. "I'll tell you the truth. All that 'goodness' you gave me? I got tired of it years ago."
I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
Even at the bitter end, she had to twist the knife.
I still remembered our wedding day. Caroline had looked into my eyes and said, In the whole world, only you are genuinely good to me. Everyone else has ulterior motives. I love you, and I will never get tired of you.
And now? The ink on the divorce papers wasn't even dry, and I was already nothing to her.
We returned to the apartment to finalize the separation.
The moment we walked in, Caroline marched to the living room wall. She ripped our wedding photos down, smashed the frames, and burned the prints in a metal bin.
"Harrison. Delete everything involving me." Her tone was cold, imperious. "I don't want any traces left behind."
She looked at me like I was a stranger. An employee she was firing.
"Okay."
I didn't fight her. I took out my phone and began the purge. WeChat, QQ, phone number—deleted. Every photo with her face—trashed.
As the storage bar cleared, I stared at the screen. I expected pain. Instead, a weight lifted off my chest.
It was over.