I turned to look at him.The line of his profile was hard, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance."These three years, I really wasn't good enough to you.""It's fine. It's all over."I lowered my head, put the divorce papers into my bag, then looked up at him."Adrian, I wish you and Rosalie happiness."He finally turned to look at me, and there was something complicated in his eyes.It was not guilt. It was not reluctance.It was more like confusion.As if he could not understand why I had walked away so decisively, so calmly, with no room left behind."You..."He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only said, "You too."I smiled and turned toward the taxi by the road."No need to drive me," I said, waving without looking back. "May we both be well from now on."I opened the taxi door, got in, and gave the driver my new address.When the car started, I glanced in the rearview mirror.Adrian was still standing there, h
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