That night, Clarice said she had to work late at the office and would arrive later.
I sent her countless messages asking where she was, but she never replied.
Worried the delivery guy would ruin the flowers and gifts I had ordered, I decided to take a cab to pick them up myself.
On the way back home, I got into a car accident.
After the accident, I saw that Clarice, who claimed to be working late, was actually in someone else's car.
She looked so attentive to that person, yet she had never once shown such concern for me.
When the ambulance took me to the hospital, the only one there by my side was my son, Xavier Moreno.
Xavier was frantic, trying desperately to get in touch with her, but to no avail.
He finally managed to call her, only for her to hang up on him.
In the end, I missed the crucial window for treatment and could do nothing but lie on the hospital bed, waiting to die.
Thinking of how I had loved Clarice for so many years and never received a shred of her care, I lost all will to live.
So, in my final moments, I left a message saying I never wanted to be with her again.