I had a sensitive stomach and was lactose intolerant. I never touched dairy or anything that could trigger a flare-up.
The day they left the country, Morris's blog was updated.
One last indulgence. Let me love you one more time.
Staring at that single line, I felt so sick I couldn't speak. I blocked the account outright.
The lawyer Gordon found was thorough. Everything from the divorce agreement to the asset division clauses was laid out with precision, saving me a great deal of effort.
I sent the electronic version of the divorce agreement to Morris. He never replied.
Over the next three days, I erased every trace of myself from the apartment.
Clothes and makeup I still needed went into boxes. Everything else, I had my assistant donate.
I tore up every photo of Morris and me together. The matching couple's items I'd once begged him to buy were thrown straight in the trash.
When I finished packing, everything I owned fit into a single suitcase.
A memory flickered through my mind: the day we first met, how flustered he'd looked when I confessed to him so bluntly, his cheeks flushing red, his gaze darting everywhere but my face, until he finally stammered out a yes.
"Y-Yeah."