The moment he pieced the truth together from the shredder's remains, three years of excuses became the sharpest boomerang, driving straight back through his heart.
But by now, my love had been bled dry by years of humiliation. I couldn't even summon the energy to hate him.
Whether it was a misunderstanding or simply his nature didn't matter.
None of it had anything to do with me anymore.
By then, I was already across the ocean, in Switzerland.
The snow on the Alps was beautiful. The air was clean and sharp.
I rented a cabin in a small town with my savings.
I bought a set of watchmaking tools.
Every day I listened to the click of gears meshing together, and my mind was still.
I'd cut off all news from back home.
New passport, new identity. In a place where no one knew my name, I s
