Looking back, throughout the five years I had known Chuck, there were times when he had given in to me.
But that was a long time ago.
When we first started dating, I was young and full of energy, while Chuck was cold and controlling. He had to investigate every
man I knew. Exhausted, I wanted to break up with him.
I remember him grabbing my hand and lowering his head for the first time ever. A cold droplet fell into my palm as he meekly
pleaded with me not to leave him.
Back then, I thought Chuck must really love me. After all, I was the only one who had ever seen this strong, seemingly invincible
man bow his head and shed tears.
But in the end, he left me first, amidst fire and explosions.
Indifferent, I entered the bedroom. I packed a few clothes into a suitcase and walked back to the silent Chuck in the living room.
As he looked up at me, his usually composed eyes twitched slightly. He gulped, as if trying to say something. In the end, he just
watched in silence as I placed our wedding rings and the divorce papers in front of him.
Chuck rarely showed any emotion when faced with something beyond his control. He appeared slightly agitated, like a beast
sensing danger.
“Is this really necessary?” he asked in a low growl.
The disappointment in my eyes gradually faded and was replaced by calm. “It’s not about whether it’s necessary or not, Chuck.
We’re over.”
