After the art exhibition ended, Daniel sat in his hotel room staring at that divorce agreement for a whole night.
Daylight seeped through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the dust floating in the air.
He finally picked up his pen and, with trembling hands, signed his name at the end of the document.
At that moment, seven years of marriage came to a final, complete end.
The next day, the lawyer delivered the signed agreement to Serena's studio.
Along with it was a note, written in Daniel's handwriting—scrawled, yet pressed hard into the paper.
It read: Serena, I am sorry. I've said these words too late. I wish the rest of your life would be everything you want it to be.
When Serena received it, she was in the middle of adding color to a new painting.
She stared at that familiar
