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Christian hated being humiliated. In the end, he came. 

The procedure went smoothly. When I held the divorce certificate in my hands, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. 

I refused to die with his last name on my tombstone. The thought alone disgusted me. 

I couldn’t contain my smile, while Christian’s face was like stone. “Well done, Rachel,” he sneered. “You’re practically glowing after our divorce! What’s the matter? Found yourself a lover already? Be as trashy as you want, but don’t drag Minnie into your 

mess. I’ll head to the hospital in a few days to pick her up. If you try anything, you know exactly what I’m capable of.” 

Mina turned and flashed me a smug smile, clearly pleased to have claimed the man I had discarded. 

I thought, ‘Christian, you’ll never pick Minnie up. She died the moment Clara was reborn. Maybe you should be grateful that you 

won’t even have to pay child support.‘ 

Back at the house I once called home, I packed up everything that belonged to Minnie and me. I took what I could and destroyed 

what I couldn’t. My body felt weaker these past two days, and even something as simple as packing left me breathless. 

I had held on for one reason–to erase all traces of him from my life. I never wanted to see Christian again. I didn’t want anything 

of mine left in his presence. Even breathing the same air as him made me sick. 

That same day, I booked a flight and went to my best friend, Eloise Winthrop’s, house, carrying only a few suitcases and Minnie’s 

urn. 

I had considered returning to my hometown, but after marrying Christian, I had moved far away. My parents had been left behind with no one to care for them. Their health had always been poor, yet every time I called, they only told me the good news, never 

the bad. 

Then one day, they were gone. Influenza took them both. 

I was afraid that I would be reminded of them if I went back. 

Eloise sobbed when she saw how frail I had become. She cursed Christian in front of me. 

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As the days passed, I grew weaker. And with each passing day, Eloise looked more exhausted. 

For the first time, I felt a twinge of regret. 

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Maybe I shouldn’t have come. Perhaps I should’ve gone somewhere isolated, waited for death quietly, and spared her the bur of watching me fade away. 

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