"Hugo, I'm thinking we should divorce. Please, L-Let me go already! I’m done, I’m done with you…." I said through tears and a hoarse voice.
(Flashback)
I remembered the first time I saw him; I didn't know that an eighteen-year-old boy would be my salvation.
It was pouring rain that day, and I saw him getting beaten by gangsters. I rushed to him, held his hand, and took him to the hospital.
As the days and weeks passed, he kept coming back to look for me. He even sent me a different flower every day to get my attention. Until one day, he confronted me and asked, "Are you avoiding me?"
I looked up into his eyes and gasped, "N-No."
"I like you," he said as he blocked my way and locked the classroom door.
"What are you doing? You can't lock the door, it's just you and me here, people will speculate..."
"I said, I like you, and I want you to be my girl."
His arrogance made me smirk and sighed in frustration, "Just because I saved your life it doesn't mean that I want to be your girlfriend."
"I like you, Cattleya." He said it straight out without stuttering, and he smiled at me as if he thought I would accept his offer.