I see the pain in his eyes.
He tried to hold me again.
“From this day, I declare I am no longer your wife. I will talk to my parents about this. I will explain this to them. Don't worry; I will take the blame.”
He is not looking at me.
He clenched his fist, and he was just looking at it.
He didn't talk; I was waiting for his answer.
“Okay.”
I look at him. He still is not looking at me.
“Let's get a divorced, then,” he stood up without looking at me.
I feel my knees getting jelly; I am feeling more pain in my hurt than in my wounds.
He left me.
He said yes that easily.
I saw them leaning in the door when he opened it. Our friends are listening. He didn't look at them, and he just passed by them; Layla, look at me in pity.
Ethan just looked at me, and he left too.
I cry aloud.
