And indeed, my new life had begun.
Following the divorce, I stayed at home to recuperate for a month. My parents took meticulous care of me, cooking all sorts of delicious meals, accompanying me on walks, watching TV, and chatting with me. They never uttered a single word about Ethan or the past.
As my body gradually recovered, the scars in my heart slowly scabbed over as well.
A month later, I updated my resume and started looking for a job. With my solid work experience and strong capabilities, I soon received interview invitations from several companies. Ultimately, I accepted a position as a project planner at a mid-sized media and culture company.
Life went on at its own steady pace.
Two years later, the city was hosting a large-scale charity gala to to raise funds for underserve
