But if that time was about joy, this time, it was about endings.
Divorce requires a cooling-off period, during which I couldn't bear the sight of Arthur's face any longer.
So, I boarded a plane to Mayby, and upon landing, I immediately bought a fully furnished house.
As a moderately successful novelist, I'd earned a decent amount from selling the film rights to my books, and Arthur had always been generous with me. I had accumulated a considerable amount of assets.
My phone kept buzzing with notifications. I didn't need to look to know it was Arthur.
He was begging me not to leave, not to divorce him, to love him.
Bullshit.
He should have known better.
The bar was bustling with people coming and going. I drowned my sorrows in several bottles of beer and stumbled out into the back alley, feeling dizzy.
The moon was bright tonight, hanging high in the night sky, casting a beautiful, silvery light. I sat in the alley, staring at the moon, lost in thought.
Someone passed by in the alley saw me, and walked over with ill intentions, grabbing my arm.
"Hey lady, wanna come with me?"
I didn't move, but he wouldn't give up.
"Come on, let's go. I promise you'll have a good time."
"Get lost."