The Tenth Day of Goodbye
Language: en
Three years into my husband’s affair, the System finally returned online. It told me I could go home. For the final ten days, I stopped fighting. I stopped screaming. I let him stay out all night with his sugar baby. I let him regift the things I cherished to her. On the day of my departure—my birthday—he stormed in with his mistress. He smashed my cake, pinned me against the window, and demanded to know why I tried to hurt their unborn child. "When did you become so vicious, Elara?" I laughed, too tired to explain. "You're right. I am vicious." "So, you two deserve each…