Seven years ago, Chloe found me. She claimed she wanted to avoid her family’s pressure to marry, so she proposed we live together as partners.At the time, it was my third year of secretly crushing on Chloe.
So, I agreed without hesitation.For seven years, we lived like polite roommates, eventually developing a kind of affection.I had spent seven years trying to melt her icy heart, watching the fortress she had built around herself slowly crumble, piece by piece.I even started to believe she had truly fallen in love with me.Now, it seemed.I was just fooling myself.Unbeknownst to me, I dozed off on the sofa.
I woke up to the sound of a door closing.The wall clock pointed exactly to three in the morning as Chloe walked in.Seeing me awake, she paused, then took off her jacket and hung it in the closet. That jacket looked familiar.Earlier that afternoon, Liam had been wearing it.Chloe walked to the sofa, knelt down, and took my hand. “Are you still mad?”I didn’t speak. I just pulled my hand away and pushed the drafted divorce papers toward her.”Here’s the divorce agreement. Take a look.”
