If I directly asked Laura for a divorce, she wouldn’t agree. The only way to break free was to erase my identity.

I went home. There were five days left before I would be gone.

Every single day I waited after Laura and Jock left before erasing every little trace of Laura in my life.

I gathered our wedding photos, wedding rings and the gift that she gave me …. I gathered them all and took them to the garden, dug a deep hole, threw all of them in and lit the fire.

The flame burned away all the memories of our past and erased every trace of affection I had for her.

"Laura, there is no future between us anymore," I said.

On the seventh day, I printed all the incriminating photos of Laura and Jock together. Then I pasted them on every wall in the living room.

Before I left, I decided to bid farewell to the doctor who had restored my eyesight.

As I exited the clinic, to my surprise, I spotted Laura and Jock in the corridor.

Laura did not dare to greet me because she always told me she was working overtime.

Both of us pretended not to see each other. I even used my cane to the front, pretending I was still blind. As we brushed past each other, I felt nothing. There was no anger nor hurt anymore. I had finally let her go.

Once I was gone, Laura panicked. She shoved Jock aside and barged into the doctor's office, then asked, "Doctor, is there something wrong with Jerome? Are his eyes hurting again?"

Laura looked so worried when she asked but what the doctor said immediately made her panic.

The doctor explained, "There is nothing wrong with Jerome. His eyesight had fully recovered seven days ago. Don't you know that General Manager Gibbons?

Then he continued, "He came here today to bid me goodbye. He told me he was going to leave this city."

"No! This is impossible! Why didn't Jerome tell me he had regained his eyesight?"