In the taxi, Cynthia urged the driver to speed up, desperate to get home as fast as possible. She had no more tears to shed. Her empty eyes stared blankly out the window as the scenery blurred by, her heart a barren wasteland.
Perhaps the deepest pain didn't come from the mess of betrayals or hurt, but from the lack of trust from the one she loved most.
Inside her small apartment, she didn't hesitate. Grabbing a pen, she signed her name on the divorce agreement. When it was done, she stared at the bold, unmistakable characters on the stark white paper. Her chest tightened, and she closed her eyes in sorrow, turning her face away.
From the bedside drawer, she retrieved a medical report. Taking a deep breath, she spoke softly to herself,
"Baby, from now on, it's just the two of us… leaning on each other for the rest of our lives."
