She promised that she would hold my hand and walk me from the dark alley to the spotlight.
Didn't she remember anything now?
Clara, was your memory getting worse because of Jackson?
After I finished taking a shower, I saw a watch on the coffee table in the living room.
"Take something that others don't want and give it to me as a gift?
Clara, you don't even care to give me a proper apology."
I threw the watch into the trash can and went back to the bedroom. I intended to sleep, but my headache kept me awake. So, I played with my phone and ended up watching Clara's interview video.
Jackson was also there.
They fed each other fruits and showed their affection, smiling happily and talking about their college days.
The comments section was full of praise, calling them a perfect match made in heaven.
I sent Clara another message, making my stance clear. "It's over. Let's get a divorce."
I threw my phone aside, gave my head a few light thumps with my hand, and took three more painkillers. Only then did I start to feel some relief.
"Javier Foster, is it worth suffering this lifelong illness for Clara?
Were you so cheap before?" I asked myself.