Chapter 4

Before I could finish my sentence, Natasha's voice suddenly came through the phone. "Michael, are you packing or not? Come here now!" Michael's voice lowered slightly, sounding a bit anxious. "Yvonne, what did you just say? I didn't catch that. "I have to fly overseas with Tasha tomorrow to visit an exhibition. Let's talk when I get back." The call then ended abruptly. I smiled. I had originally planned to talk to him in person, but in the end, he still didn't give me the chance. In the following days, I successfully resigned from the firm, packed up everything, and moved into my new home. Michael would still send me pictures of wedding venue decorations occasionally. "There are so many kinds of wedding styles. Which one do you like?" "I think a beach wedding would be great. What do you think?" I looked at the beautifully designed images with a hint of irony. After three years of marriage, all I got were endless disappointments. Now that I'd left, he suddenly started caring