Please divorce me, husband.
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It looked like it was going to rain. The cloudy air and low-hanging clouds spoke from somewhere.
The documents slid across the desk.
“The documents are ready.”
The voice was calmer than I expected. I didn't know I could be this calm.
“…”
Soobin sat quietly. As always, his expression was emotionless.
“These are divorce papers. Please check them and sign them.”
I looked at him quietly. He was always quiet and indifferent.
“…”
Today again, there was no response to my words. In fact, that hurt even more.
“…”
So, I decided not to wait any longer.
“Please divorce me, husband.”
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The day I first met Soobin, his cold gaze came to mind. I didn't know then how deeply that gaze would pierce my heart.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Kim Yeo-ju.”
“…”
His silence, his indifference, his constant distance. I remembered the days I struggled to understand it all. I told myself it was okay not to love him, that I wouldn't expect anything.
“…”
Those times when I made up my mind hundreds of times.
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And back in the present, the man before my eyes was still silent. His face was expressionless, his eyes devoid of emotion.
“…“
I quietly muttered to myself.
‘Yeah, this person didn’t see me like this until the end…’
I glanced at my watch. The silence was long, and my heart grew colder.
“I won’t wait any longer.”
I quietly stood up from my seat. Subin's eyes flickered for a moment. But even that meant nothing now.
"Please review it and forward the information to my secretary. I plan to stay at the villa for the time being."
I opened the door and came out, leaving behind those silent gazes that had been staring at me for a long time.
“…”
It's over now. I'm done waiting, watching, expecting to be loved. I'm done with it all.
“…”
When I stepped out into the hallway, it was really raining outside the window.
‘…It’s over now, it’s over.’
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