That 2,000-yuan Swarovski bracelet was taken off by me and casually thrown into the bottom junk drawer of the nightstand the moment Philip turned his back to pour water.
It only deserved to be there.
Eight days left until I completely leave this city. The visa for London had already been processed, and the flight tickets were confirmed and issued—exactly at 11:30 PM on the night of our three-year anniversary.
I started packing my luggage.
Taking advantage of Philip being at the company during the day, I slid open the custom closet that took up an entire wall. It used to be densely packed with my four-season clothing, from silk slip dresses to cashmere coats. Every single piece was something I had slowly acquired over these three years.
Now, I was going to empty it.
I didn't buy a hug
