On the day of getting the divorce certificate, Norman told me that he was going to marry Celia.
My face was as usual, and I said "congratulations".
But I looked at the divorce certificate many times.
Norman suddenly laughed and said softly
“On our wedding day, you were the same. Looking at the marriage certificate over and over again.”
I didn't have time to reminisce with Norman, put away the divorce certificate, and said expressionlessly,“Is there anything else? If not, I have to go back to work.”
Norman's smile on the corner of his mouth became stiff.
I pretended not to see and got in the car and left.
Later, Robin confessed to me on a sunny afternoon.
I thought about it for a while and chose to refuse.
The reason is simple.
I don't want to be an accessory to anyone anymore, a
