Julia, who was cleaning, didn't understand but found me a lighter.
I took the envelopes and lighter to the flower bed in the yard.
There were many red roses I planted in the flower bed.
They were beautiful and dazzling in the sunlight.
I composed myself and lit the envelopes with the lighter.
Then I threw the burning envelopes into the flower bed without hesitation.
The raging fire reflected my endless anger.
Julia's face turned pale when she saw it.
She ran out quickly, slapping her knees anxiously. "Ma'am, what are you doing?"
"Things that don't need to be kept are just an eyesore."
Memories and people alike.
I coldly watched the burning fire destroy the beautiful flower bed.
But I didn't regret it.
Ian only knew my mom endured a tough marriage for years without divorcing.
But he didn't know that my mom and I were fundamentally different.
I couldn't tolerate any flaws.
After all this, I called a cleaning service.
They cleaned the villa inside and out.
No trace of my life was left.
Julia's persuasion failed. She turned to call Ian.
But he said coldly, "Let her do whatever. Don't tell me about her anymore."
I was right next to her when she made the call.
I heard his words clearly.