Leaving Heartbreaks Behind

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony.

Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck.

My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly.

“Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!”

I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me.

I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night.

At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

I took the villa’s front door key from my bag and gently slipped it under the doormat.

As I stepped outside, a message from Christopher appeared on my phone:

[Nathan says he wants pancakes from that shop in the south of the city.]

In the past, I would have hurried onto the subway without a second thought, picking up those pancakes along with a box of milk.

But now…

Without a moment's hesitation, I turned off my phone, pulled out the SIM card, and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

Using the Wi-Fi at a convenience store, I booked the earliest train ticket back to my hometown.

As I completed the payment, I received a notification that Christopher had started a voice call on a chat app. I accidentally pressed “accept.”

His irritated voice rang out:

[Where the hell did you disappear to? Aren’t you coming back?

[Nathan’s been asking for pancakes, and you didn’t even bother to get him any. He’s practically starving.

[You dare to develop a temper tantrum now? You demand a divorce and then ignore my message. I think—” His voice cut off abruptly as I hung up, my expression blank.

I blocked him without hesitation. Whatever it was, it no longer mattered.

I had left early the day before to buy Nathan’s favorite flowers.

Afraid of embarrassing him, I’d also gone out of my way to purchase an obscenely expensive dress.

However as fate would have it, on the way to his performance, I got into a serious car accident.

I crawled out of the overturned car and, despite the paramedics urging me to get checked, I ignored them and hurriedly jogged to the venue.

A large patch of skin had scraped off my forehead, and my knees and elbows were bloody.

Nathan didn’t care in the least.

He complained about my dirty clothes and my disheveled hair, but not once did he think to