“MoonlitMountain) Chapter 2
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“Who were you talking to?” Caleb came into the bedroom, seeing me staring
at my phone.
“No one,” I replied calmly.
That night, listening to Caleb’s gentle breathing, I lay awake staring at the
ceiling.
The next morning, Caleb frowned at the breakfast.“Why? You know I don’t
like steak.”
I stuck a steak in my mouth, eating it slowly. “That’s all we have left in the
fridge.”
I was lying. People in the country I was going to had steak every morning,
and I was trying to get used to it. But he bought it. He put his phone on the table,
his eyes occasionally glancing at it, waiting for someone’s message. I knew who
was it.
His phone vibrated. It was message from Olivia. His lips curved up.
I watched him for a moment, then pulled out the divorce papers. I’d been
preparing for this since the contract was signed. Finally, I was gonna be free.
“Caleb, let’s get a divorce,” I said calmly, as if talking about the weather.
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Absorbed in chatting with Olivia, he didn’t even hear what I said. He
mumbled, “Okay,”
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I wasn’t surprised. He’d been like this for four years. Now that Olivia was
back, he’d never look at me again. I pointed to the last page.“Sign here.”
“Okay,” He signed without even looking. He was still texting.
I put away the papers.“Caleb, we won’t be married for a month, and I’ll leave
after that.”
He grunted. Putting down the fork, he stood
him.“Caleb, are you listening?”
up
to leave. I stopped
He turned, puzzled.“Isn’t it just about delivering supplies to the orphanage? I‘
ve signed it. You talked about this the other day. What’s the matter?”
I scoffed inwardly. I’d had him sign that contract last month. I was right. He
never cared about me. But it didn’t matter.
“Nothing,” I said, smiling.
In the afternoon, I followed the supply truck to the orphanage. Afterward, I
said goodbye to the director.
“Mrs. Davis, I’m going abroad for my studies.”
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She was happy for me. I remembered how sorry she felt for me when I gave
up going abroad.“Sarah, that’s wonderful!” Then she frowned. “But you’ll be far
from Caleb. Long–distance relationships are difficult.”
Looking at the children playing, I shook my head. “It’s not long–distance.
We’re divorced.”
She was stunned, then sighed.“I was right. Your marriage wouldn’t last. If he
really loved you, he wouldn’t have left you alone for so many years. It’s good
you’re free.” She patted my hand.
“Yes, it’s good.” I hugged her back.
