After filing for divorce, I immediately scheduled scar removal surgery.
I lay on the operating table. The white light from the surgical lamp was so bright that my eyes stung.
My phone kept vibrating in my pocket. Jason's messages popped up one after another.
I was too tired to look at them. Then his call forced its way in.
"Clara, the divorce has been finalized. I know you are not coming to see me because you want to give me and Lily some space. But you also know she grew up spoiled and doesn't know how to take care of people. So for now, keep coming to take care of me as usual. I will explain things to Lily."
His voice carried its usual arrogance.
I stared at the fluorescent lights overhead, and for some reason, I almost laughed.
"We are already divorced. Do I have any obligation t
