After breakfast, as they got into the car, Damien’s phone rang. It was Victoria.
On the other end, her voice trembled as she sobbed, "Damien, my husband’s family is blocking the hotel entrance. They’re on their knees, refusing to let me divorce him. I… I don’t know what to do…"
Damien’s expression darkened immediately. He pressed down on the accelerator, making the car lurch forward.
"Don’t be scared. Stay in your room and don’t come out. I’m on my way," he reassured her.
Amelia tightened her grip on her seatbelt, her face turning pale.
"Damien, slow down! It’s too dangerous!"
Damien seemed to remember she was there. He slammed the brakes and turned to her.
"Take a taxi to the company by yourself. I have to go."
Before Amelia could respond, he sped off again, running a red light in his rush to get to Victoria. Amelia stood by the side of the road, feeling like a discarded doll. She took a deep breath, flagged down a taxi and headed to the office.
The entire day, she stayed busy.
Amelia worked as usual, but at the same time, she slowly started letting go of her responsibilities, of her attachment to Damien and of the life she had clung to for five years.