Sonia didn’t spare another glance at the group behind her as she strode into the apartment building.
That evening, Sonia began packing her belongings–though in reality, she was simply placing a few clothes into a suitcase.
The NSA personnel had told her that after starting the job, they would provide housing and all necessities.
Essentially, she didn’t need to take anything with her.
What Sonia was really doing was sorting through her memories with Conrad from all these years.
His old fountain pen, the diary documenting her teenage crush on him, the Valentine’s chocolate she had handmade but never found the courage to give him… she had kept it all, still unopened.
An entire box filled with her once–secret and humble affection.
Finally, her gaze fell on their wedding photo hanging on the wall–she looked radiant in the picture, nestled against Conrad’s side with a brilliant smile.
He, however, wore an expression of pure frost, utterly cold.
Back then, she had always assumed he simply didn’t like to smile. She never considered that perhaps she had never been a source of happiness for him.
Gently taking down the photo, Sonia’s fingertips trembled as she packed it with the other mementos. She sealed the box and placed it deep in the closet, as if locking away her former self.
Just as she turned around, sounds from the living room caught her attention. Conrad had returned.
He hung up his coat and changed out of his heavy leather shoes, his movements cold and
mechanical.
Sonia approached him: “Don’t you think you owe me an explanation for today?”
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She was referring to his decision to move Diana and her son into Silverwood Apartments as well.
Conrad loosened his tie, his eyes glacial. “What do I need to explain to you?”
“The apartment is close to your company. If you can live there, why can’t they?”
He looked down at her with completely cold eyes. “Sonia, what gives you the right to question my
decisions?”
His words pierced her heart like a blade.
In his eyes, she was merely a wife in name only–she had no right to interfere in his affairs.
Much less any right to comment on his relationships with other women.
The old Sonia might have retreated heartbroken, returning to the bedroom to cry in silence.
But today was different.
Sonia blocked Conrad’s path to the bedroom: “Don’t go yet. I have something to tell you.”
Conrad stopped and turned around impatiently, his gaze cold. “What now?”
“Let’s get divorced.”
Sonia slowly removed her wedding ring and clutched it in her palm. “I’m setting you free.”
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