With her hands tucked in her coat pockets, she stared at his photo, as if he were still standing across from her.
Since the divorce, they had never crossed paths again.
She never imagined that their reunion would co in this way—
She remained on the ground, while he had been laid to rest.
A scalding tear slid down from Ann Nolan’s eye and fell to the ground.
"Zaiden, whether it’s hate or love, I just hope that in another world, you can be well," Ann quietly spoke, her voice choked and hoarse. "In this lifeti, this is our forever farewell."
The man in the photograph still had the look she knew so well. Even now, she could recall his voice, his smile, even his harsh words.
But what was the use of rembering?
"Zaiden, I’ve never blad you for anything. After all, love is a choice one makes freely. You didn’t love , and I never forced you. I just never thought today’s goodbye would co in this form. I had believed that after our divorce, you would live a better life."
She had thought that once they divorced, he could be with the woman he truly loved, and she would no longer have to play the role of the person ruining soone else’s relationship.
After the divorce, she deliberately avoided any news about him, assuming he had already been with Harper Glorian, perhaps even married.
Any of those outcos would have been fine. The last thing she expected was a day like this.
He was gone from this world.
Ann’s voice was as light as a slip of paper, fluttering in the wind and gradually dissipating.
She still rembered the first ti she t him; counting back, it had already been eleven years.
It turned out, they had known each other for that long.
The first eting was at a party.
A masked freshman ball organized by the school, ant to foster camaraderie among classmates.
She attended, and so did he.
She was the junior, he was the senior.
She still rembered that day; she wore a golden butterfly mask. While she twirled gracefully, he happened to beco her dance partner.
To the outside world, Zaiden Santos was the perfect gentleman—elegant and considerate. During the dance, she was deeply drawn to him, quietly falling in love.
Unfortunately, he wore a black knight’s mask, and she had no idea who he was or what he looked like.
All she knew was that their movents were in perfect harmony, their dance steps effortlessly aligned.
His hand clasping hers sent her heart racing.
And so, when he stepped away to use the restroom, she lingered outside, waiting—just for the chance to catch a glimpse of him unmasked.
One glimpse was all she wanted.
In the end, she got her wish.
Yet she never imagined that such an entanglent, as fine as spun silk, would spin out endlessly, impossible to sever.
They were like two paper kites, flying closer and closer, until their strings beca tightly knotted together.
She had secretly loved him for a long ti.
They say an unrequited love is like a personal storm of chaos. Hers had lasted for years—until she went on to marry him and fulfilled her wish.
She thought, if back then, she hadn’t been so determined to see his face, perhaps none of the later entanglents, rights, and wrongs would have happened.
They would’ve been like two parallel lines, never intersecting, instead of circling back and forth, marrying, and then divorcing.
If ti could be reversed, and she were given another chance, she would no longer stubbornly choose to marry him.
In marriage, love is forever the foundation that cannot be erased.
A marriage without love is destined never to find true happiness.
"Zaiden, I know you resented . The place of Mrs. Santos should have belonged to the woman you loved." Ann said softly, "But unfortunately, ti cannot be undone."
Another tear fell, sliding from the corner of her eye.
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