After a while. I heard Antonio’s hoarse voice. “Why did I hear a man’s voice by your side?”
I chuckled. “It’s not your business, is it?” “Of course, it is!”
I had never heard of such a cranky voice from Antonio. He yelled, “We haven’t divorced yet! I haven’t signed the agreement! I don’t wanna lose you!
“Why do you leave me alone? Why aren’t you jealous anymore? Grace, please come back. I miss you, very much.”
“That’s too late,” I interrupted him with a gentle voice, “I don’t love you anymore.”
I heard Antonio sobbing from the other side of the phone. I ignored him and hung up the call immediately. I then contacted the lawyer to help me with the agreement. After what I had been through in the last marriage, I couldn’t be more sober.
Since we couldn’t solve it on our own, I didn’t mind suing him to get the divorce. No matter how hard it would be, I wouldn’t waste my life on Antonio anymore.
After the dinner, I was quite sober, yet Alexander seemed to get wasted. The colleagues all suggested that I send him home.
Some female colleagues even tried to make fun of us.
“Who called you just now? Another pursuer? Did Alex drink the wine for nothing?”
Now I understood. The party was meant to make things work between Alexander and me. Yet I shook my head and decided to be honest..
“It was my husband.”
The sound of breaking glass came through. I turned around, only to see Alexander dumbfounded from afar. The whole room fell into silence because of what I had said.
I was born to be a bummer.
I helped Alexander get into the car. He looked dizzy, yet his eyes had been fixed on me all the time.
I lowered to fasten the seat belt for him, yet he took the chance to hold me in his arms. I struggled to let go of myself, yet it didn’t work. I ended up listening to his heart pounding.
He asked, frustrated, “Am I too late?”
The night was quiet. I heard nothing but a few insects humming.
I asked, “Alexander, would you like to hear about my story?”
On the way back. I kept talking while Alexander remained silent all the time.
Sometimes, I even suspected that he had fallen asleep. Yet every time I paused. he would open his eyes to stare at me, signaling me to go on telling my story.
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