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sickening thud.
“Rachel,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse, “can you at least look at me?”
The rain plastered his hair to his forehead, his eyes filled with something that might have been regret–but I no longer cared.
I took a deep breath, meeting his gaze with a calmness I had fought hard to earn. “John, do you not understand? I don’t need you in my life anymore. I’m doing just fine without you. Five years, John. Five years and you never once
truly cared about me. No matter how many times you kneel in the rain, that fact won’t change.”
He flinched, as if my words physically struck him. His body, already weakened, sagged as he sat back against the
cold pavement, his expression hollow.
I stepped closer, my voice steady. “You married me as a facade, didn’t you? It was never real.”
His eyes widened in shock.
“Our marriage license–it was fake all along, wasn’t it? Whether or not you sign the divorce papers doesn’t
matter. Legally, we were never married in the first place. We have no ties at all.”
A gust of wind howled between us, but he remained frozen, his lips trembling. “You… you knew?” His voice
cracked, his eyes filled with shame. “Rachel, I’m sorry. I’m so-”
“Stop,” I cut him off sharply. “I’m tired of hearing your apologies. Just disappear from my life. I’m sick of you.”
I turned away without hesitation and got into the car. Rammy didn’t say a word as she started the engine, but I
could feel her relief as we drove off, leaving John kneeling alone in the downpour.
After that night, John vanished from my world completely.
My life fell back into place like a puzzle finally fitting together. I buried myself in design, traveled the world and
lived freely–something I should have done long ago. I didn’t waste another moment dwelling on the past.
It wasn’t until much later that I heard his name again–this time, on the news.
John had returned home, but not as the powerful, untouchable man he once was. His mind had crumbled
under the weight of his downfall. He abandoned his company, leaving it vulnerable to those waiting to exploit his
weakness. The once–mighty Smith empire collapsed overnight, reduced to an empty shell of what it used to be.
As for Yurie? She had suffered serious injuries in the Smith household. But the moment she caught wind of
the bankruptcy, she wasted no time. Overnight, she took her son and married a wealthy foreign businessman, disappearing from the country as if the Smith Family had never existed in her life.
It didn’t take long for the final nail in the coffin to fall. John, stripped of everything, was taken to court for intentional harm–brought down by none other than Yurie herself. With no power or influence left to shield him, he
was sentenced to several years in prison.
When I read the news, I felt nothing.
No pain, no anger–just detachment, like reading about a stranger’s downfall in a tabloid. Over dinner, I even joked about it with friends before moving on to another topic, as if it were just another piece of gossip.
Rammy, always protective, tried to keep the headlines away from me. She was afraid it would stir up old wounds.
Seeing her worry, I simply smiled and reassured her. “Rammy, when love fades, all that remains is a new beginning. I’ve already been reborn.”
And that was the truth.
(The End)
