After saying that, Garry found the marriage certificate from my suitcase. In front of me, he burned the marriage certificate between him and me.
He pinched my chin, his eyes cold as frost as he stated, "From now on, you are only worthy of being a canary kept by others, do you understand?"
The ashes of the marriage certificate floated into my eyes and the last trace of love disappeared.
It just so happened that without this marriage certificate, we were both free.
Jarvis followed suit, burning his and my best friend's marriage certificate.
I numbly helped my best friend who was gradually waking up, with an indifferent expression as we asked, “Now, can we go?”
Garry's eyes darkened and he asked more questions, “Where do you think you are going?”
Jarvis, however, drove the person away with an impatient look on his face as he said, “Uncle, let them go. They will come back on their own anyway.”
Their contemptuous gazes pierced me like needles, yet my heart was numb, like a pool of stagnant water, still and heavy.
Silently, I cursed them all, ‘I won’t come back. Never!’