Seeing me packing, a smug look flashed in her eyes, and she loudly exclaimed, "Alice, are you going on a business trip? Why are you packing? Is it because he didn't attend the wedding?
"Oh, if you want to blame someone, blame me. I saw the island and thought it suited your status, so I suggested it to him. He agrees immediately and drags me to inspect it..."
She spoke with undisguised shyness on her face.
It made me want to vomit.
She had spent five years subtly reminding me of her importance to Jay, never getting tired of it.
I had mostly packed Tiffany's belongings. I could buy new clothes for myself later, so I didn't take any.
I calmly walked out of the bedroom and saw Jay smoking irritably on the sofa.
"Just as well, I have something for you too."
I placed the divorce agreement on the table, and his eyes widened instantly.
"Alice, have you lost your mind?"
I must have been crazy. Otherwise, how could I have married him and endured for five years?
I used to be as proud as he was.
In Tiffany's final moments, she said to me, "Mom, I want you to be happier..."
Even a child could see what I couldn't for five years.