I managed a weak smile as I picked up the divorce papers from the floor. "Don't forget to take care of the paperwork."
Marvin said nothing, his eyes boring into me with a dark intensity that sent chills down my spine. I forced a grin. "Just don't come crawling back to me."
At that moment, his expression darkened even further, and Marvin remained silent.
Seeing him so unyielding, I quietly made my way upstairs to pack my things. There wasn't much to gather—just a few belongings that hardly held any sentimental value.
As I reached for the zipper on my suitcase, my gaze fell upon a wedding photo on the nightstand, and it struck me like a blow.
In that picture, Marvin and I looked so happy, smiling brightly, two people who had promised to be each other's rock for a lifetime. Now, those promises felt like distant echoes.
I bit my lip and tossed the frame into the suitcase.
With the heavy bag in hand, I made my way down the stairs, but suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me, forcing me to lean against the railing for support. After a moment, I gathered my strength and continued down.
Marvin completely ignored my presence, his expression as cold as ice, as if I were a stranger. Sharon sat on the couch, feigning concern as she offered to help me with my luggage, but I turned away, rejecting her offer.
She returned to her seat with a smug smile, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness as I looked at the pair of them—two good-looking people, perfectly matched.
"Fine, I'll go. You two enjoy yourselves," I said, unable to resist one last jab.
Marvin still didn't acknowledge me.
"Throw out everything she didn't take with her. Not a single thing should be left behind," I heard him say, his voice devoid of any warmth.
Those words stung, but I knew they were just the final nails in the coffin of our relationship.
I took a deep breath and headed out, determined to leave the past behind, even if it meant carrying the weight of a broken heart.
I turned around to see the maid tossing my belongings into the trash can with a brisk efficiency. Soon enough, they would welcome a new mistress into that house.
Fortunately, I had purchased a small apartment before the wedding.
It wasn't grand, but it was my cozy little nest, and I moved in without a second thought.