Kill the Mistress, Not My Problem! - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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The moment I stepped off the plane, I didn't bother exploring or even changing locations—just checked into the nearest hotel and crashed until dark. I'm usually picky about beds, but somehow, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Time blurred. My phone buzzed incessantly in the background, but I let it ring until the battery gave out. When I finally opened my eyes again, four whole days had slipped by. I felt refreshed—but also a little unnerved. What if I'd just… died in that room? Would anyone have noticed?
My phone was a graveyard of missed calls and WhatsApp notifications. I skimmed through them, replying to the ones that seemed urgent. Then I called my parents—separately, of course. They hadn't lived together in years, dragging out the divorce not for my sake, but because the people they were seeing on the side wanted happiness, not paperwork. Neither of them could be bothered. Life's short, they'd say. We'll end up in the same plot anyway. Aside from their shared love of travel, they were… decent enough, I guess.
For a while, I thought I could live with a marriage like theirs. No love, but at least mutual respect. Then I realized the only reason it worked for them was because they'd never loved each other in the first place. Ryan and I had. We knew what it meant to truly care, and that's why I couldn't settle for less. Just like he couldn't move past Emma White's death.
After hanging up, two bank transfers popped up on my screen. Say what you will about my parents, but they tried their best to love me in their own way. Ryan called too, but I ignored it. We were done—no need to rehash the past.
I lingered in the hotel a few more days, struck by the sudden realization that I had nowhere to go. Lucky for me, being born into money meant I'd never had to worry. Between my parents and Ryan, I'd seen things most people only dream of—the rugged beauty of the northwest, the Northern Lights painting the Scandinavian sky, those impulsive, starry-eyed trips where I'd drag my classmates along on some half-baked adventure. Back then, I was fearless. If I wanted something, I went for it. But after marriage? I was just Mrs. Carter, always careful not to embarrass Ryan.
Now? Now I was free.
My phone was a graveyard of missed calls and WhatsApp notifications. I skimmed through them, replying to the ones that seemed urgent. Then I called my parents—separately, of course. They hadn't lived together in years, dragging out the divorce not for my sake, but because the people they were seeing on the side wanted happiness, not paperwork. Neither of them could be bothered. Life's short, they'd say. We'll end up in the same plot anyway. Aside from their shared love of travel, they were… decent enough, I guess.
For a while, I thought I could live with a marriage like theirs. No love, but at least mutual respect. Then I realized the only reason it worked for them was because they'd never loved each other in the first place. Ryan and I had. We knew what it meant to truly care, and that's why I couldn't settle for less. Just like he couldn't move past Emma White's death.
After hanging up, two bank transfers popped up on my screen. Say what you will about my parents, but they tried their best to love me in their own way. Ryan called too, but I ignored it. We were done—no need to rehash the past.
I lingered in the hotel a few more days, struck by the sudden realization that I had nowhere to go. Lucky for me, being born into money meant I'd never had to worry. Between my parents and Ryan, I'd seen things most people only dream of—the rugged beauty of the northwest, the Northern Lights painting the Scandinavian sky, those impulsive, starry-eyed trips where I'd drag my classmates along on some half-baked adventure. Back then, I was fearless. If I wanted something, I went for it. But after marriage? I was just Mrs. Carter, always careful not to embarrass Ryan.
Now? Now I was free.
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