With a pained expression, Sean shut his eyes. He suddenly recalled what I said the other day.
“Sean, let’s get a divorce.”
He realized I was not joking or throwing a tantrum, I was seriously considering divorcing him.
Sean remembered that he had hugged me and tried to cheer me up that day. In retrospect, I was probably so disappointed in him that I had lost the will to argue with him.
Memories of what happened during the last few days he had seen me flashed through his mind.
I had suddenly put on my father’s white coat. The cold look I had in my eyes when Sean called me spiteful at the restaurant the other day..: Our wedding photo was not actually sent to the shop to be changed into a new frame…
He realized I had tricked him. I had planned on leaving early on.
Sean pounded his head with his hands and blamed himself for being too dense and imperceptive.
If he had noticed one of these telling signs during the past month, he would not have learned that I was leaving only after I was gone. He even got fooled by me into signing the divorce settlement agreement.
Sean tried every means he could think of to locate my whereabouts. Still, he found nothing.
At that moment, he thought of Celine Langley, my close friend. He thought with how close we were, Celine would surely know where I was.
Sean was filled with hope and eagerness as he went looking for Celine. Yet, before he could say anything, Celine raised her hand and threw a slap across his face.
“You sleazy bastard! I didn’t get the chance to teach you a lesson last time. How dare you come and show your face here?”
Sean might have lost his temper if it were before. However, he just wanted to see me again. That slap was nothing to him. If Celine was willing to share my location with him, he would be more than happy to take another few more slaps.
“Celine, where’s Maisie? You know where she is, right? Please tell me. I have things to tell her. Please tell me where she is now.”
“Maisie is your wife. She must be staying at your house. Why did you come here aski
