“I didn't mean to hide it from you. You'd just lost your mother and I didn't want to hurt you further. So I let you have your way and kept up this marriage.”
“Leo has suffered enough. I didn't want to see him worry about me anymore. I planned to ask you for a divorce after your mother's death anniversary.”
“Since you've found out, I might as well tell you.”
“Let's divorce. You can have whatever you want. I only want Leo.”
Only then did I fully comprehend. How heavy the slap I delivered to my mother when I sided with Kelly.
Before I divorced her, I still made a scene.
I photographed their disheveled forms in bed with my phone, printed countless flyers with captions and distributed them to every employee at her company.
Outside the office building, more and more banners exposing their sordid affair were unfurled.
I went to the school to report Leo for his immoral behavior.
The art academy forum where he studied was flooded with vulgar comments.
At his graduation ceremony, someone hired people to loop videos of our past joyful moments on the big screen.
The memories that I once cherished became the weapons I used to attack them.