Zach left with Monette.

I stood outside and leaned against the wall. I could not quite catch my breath.

I received a message notification on my phone, and it was from Monette.

[I win. Just you watch. I’ll take everything you own.]

I turned my phone off after I took one look at the message. Then, I entered the house.

All of the furniture had been moved out, and the floor was filled with holes. A few buckets of unopened paint sat in a corner of the balcony. They were all pink—the color Monette liked.

The house was empty. Nothing was left.

The bay window I loved and had installed in the bedroom had been smashed to pieces. The floral-patterned tablecloth I loved had been thrown into the trash can. The curtains I had chosen meticulously with Zach lay alone in the trash can downstairs as well.

No one cared about it anymore.

I walked around the house and finally realized the truth.

After taking one last look at my former house from the door, I left the place.

Once I returned to the mansion, I looked at the furniture there and remembered what Monette said.

I immediately contacted a recycling company and got rid of all the furniture Monette mentioned.

These were my final days. I did not want anything to impact my mood anymore.

By the time I saw the recycling company off, it was already midnight.

I was sweating from all the activity as I lay on the carpet. I felt unprecedentedly light.

My time drew closer day by day, but I became calmer.

As I took more painkillers, the days I remained awake grew fewer.

Suddenly, one day, I became filled with energy.

I contacted a postman and handed him two document folders.

One of them was for Susan. In it were some instructions and a checklist for all of my assets.

The other one was for Zach. It contained a divorce agreement, which I had already signed.

Even if I was going to die, I still wanted to sever all ties with him.

Since we did not want to see each other, there was no need for us to meet for this.

Besides, I knew that he would definitely sign the papers.

Once I was done with everything, I sat in the courtyard to sunbathe.

The weather was nice, and my mood became much better.

When I saw how pale my face was, I decided to put on some lipstick.

While I was searching for my lipstick in my bedroom, I found my old diary.

It had been forgotten in the depths of the drawer, and there was already a layer of dust on it.

I flipped it open and found that it recorded my relationship with Zach.

I wrote about how we grew to love each other, how he had awkwardly confessed to me, how we dated while studying in university, how we started a business, built a company, and how Zach made it bigger and better…

I wrote a lot for each entry. As I read through them, I smiled.

However, the entries grew shorter the further I got into the diary. Then, in the last entry, I only wrote one sentence.

[He’s not back today again.]

I took a look at the date. It was dated a few years ago.

From that day on, I no longer had the habit of writing in my diary. The diary itself was also forgotten.

I sat in front of my table. After a few seconds of hesitation, I picked up my pen again.

When I finished, the sun was already setting.

My stomach started hurting again, and I popped a few painkillers with familiar ease.

As I lay on the carpet, the medicine seemed to be taking effect. My pain gradually faded away, and my body felt light as well.

In my daze, I thought I saw an eighteen-year-old Zach running toward me.

It was snowing, and his nose was red from the cold, but he was still smiling.

He extended his hand to me with shining eyes.

As I looked at him, I placed my hand in his, and we ran together toward the snow.

Zach only opened the document folder the next day after he received it.

The moment he got it at noon yesterday, he saw the name and set it aside.

He only remembered it after Monette reminded him.

When he saw the divorce papers, Zach thought that Ninian was being absolutely ridiculous.

“She’s asking for a divorce? Mrs. Stone must be angry because of the old house. You’ve already told her that I’m moving in because of work, but she still refuses to be understanding? Should I not move in?”

Monette’s words enraged Zach.

“Why shouldn’t you?! I’m going to teach her a lesson this time! Call the construction team and have them work faster!”

His angry words made Monette feel smug, though she hid it. She left the room to carry out his orders.

‘Continue your tantrum. The more you make a fuss, the happier I am,’ she thought.

Zach threw the divorce papers on the table and called Ninian, but no one answered.

He called her a few times before deciding to go home.

He wanted to see just how much trouble Ninian intended to cause this time.

If she still wanted a divorce, he was going to fulfill her wish.

Zach drove home and found no one there. Some of the furniture was even missing.

However, he did not care about it and called out for Ninian.

No one answered.

He went upstairs, only to find that the originally stuffed closet was empty.

The gifts from him that Ninian had said she would place in the most eye-catching places were gone as well. For some reason, he felt an emptiness in his heart.

Nothing was left in the bedroom either, aside from a notebook on the table.

The notebook was quite old since the corners of the pages were yellowed and curled up.

Curious, Zach opened it.

On the first page was Ninian’s beautiful handwriting.

She had written their names on it and even childishly inserted a heart between them.

Zach remembered that Ninian loved doing this the most when she was eighteen.

At that time, she loved writing in her diary. She wrote in it practically every day after they got together.

He was curious about its contents and asked Ninian to show it to him. But she would never let him read it.

Hence, every night, after she fell asleep, he would open her “treasure,” then put it back in its place after he read it.

Zach remembered that he was in every entry.

Later on, as business for his company got on track, he became busier and lost the motivation to read her diary.

He had also seen Ninian writing in the study a few times before. However, he did not remember her writing anything later.

Zach flipped through it casually. He did not have the time or energy to read such affected sentimentality.

He turned to the last page and found that there was only one sentence there.

[Goodbye, Zach.]

Zach read the words quietly, and anger burned in him.

He threw the diary into the trash can and walked to the door.

Ninian had run away from home again!

Did she think she was still a child and she could scare him like this?!

How ridiculous!

Zach found Ninian’s phone number and attempted to block her again, but she called him right then.

He sneered and answered it.

“Didn’t you run away? I’m surprised you only lasted one day this time.”

The person on the other end remained silent for a long time before he heard a choked-up voice.

“It’s Susan.

“Come to the funeral home.

“Ninian is dead.”