Chapter 4
The next day, I went to Mom’s grave.
“Mom, I’m getting divorced.”
sat down on the ground next to her headstone.
Just like before, when little me would curl up in Mom’s arms.
I didn’t talk for very long, because I’d be seeing Mom again soon.
On the way home, I passed by the university district.
On a whim, I decided to go back to school and take a look around.
As soon as I reached the front gate, the security guard took a close look at my face.
“Your husband didn’t come with you today?”
His sudden question startled me.
Seeing my reaction, he scratched his head sheepishly.
“The access system has your face recorded, you know. After all, your husband donated a pretty hefty sum to our school three years ago.”
The guard’s slightly exaggerated tone rang in my ears.
I went in and wandered around for a bit.
Revisiting old places–there really wasn’t much to see.
When I came back out, the guard’s eyes lit up when he saw me.
Like a gossip reporter who’d just caught the latest scoop.
He held up his phone, somewhat excitedly:
“Miss, let me show you a video my daughter took–she was just a freshman then.”
The guard’s voice carried pride as he spoke about his daughter, pulling out his phone.
Before I could refuse, the video started playing right in front of me.
Under the blazing sun, Camden was wearing a hat, drenched in sweat as he tied roses one by one to the branches along the roadside.
I remembered that path–whenever I had free time in college, I’d walk there to relax and clear my head.
“I heard he was preparing for…”
The guard thought for a moment.
“Oh right, a marriage proposal. My daughter told me about it.”
“But then somehow it never happened.”
There was a hint of regret in the guard’s voice as he said this.
After a while, he looked at me somewhat nervously.
“We’re still together.“.
Just that in a month, we’d be divorced.
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I said it casually~ no need to share all the details,
After watching the video, I handed the phone back to the guard with lingering reluctance.
The video at the theater, the personally prepared marriage proposal at the university–furns out three years ago, I was to code in happines
But now, it was all too late.
I never heard that confession, and I never saw the proposal scene Camden had set up with his own hands.
Before I left, the guard asked if I wanted him to send me the video,
I gently shook my head and refused.
What’s past is past. Even if I had the video, what would it change? It would only trap me in regret and pain forever.
