It was she and Milan who secretly got a dubious marriage certificate, and it was she and Milan who were ambiguous, yet now I'm the one being accused of being paranoid.
Once a woman's heart changes, it truly leaves one cold.
At this point, no matter how much love I once had, I can no longer continue this marriage.
I went upstairs, packed my things, and placed them in a suitcase.
I took out the divorce agreement Agnes had hidden in the safe and signed it cleanly. "Since you already prepared it, it saves me the trouble of printing one."
As I handed her the pen, bitterness spread through my heart.
I had seen her love me with her whole heart, which made her current indifference all the more painful.
She grasped the pen with a grim expression, without saying a word.
I wouldn't delude myself into thinking her hesitation meant she still loved me.
Because I clearly knew that Agnes just couldn't handle the idea of the man who once pursued her relentlessly suddenly walking away.
You could call it possessiveness or pride, but it certainly wasn't love.
The moment she signed, I caught a flash of excitement in Milan's eyes that he couldn't suppress.