- 10.
After getting the divorce papers, I went home.
Along the way, I received messages from
Star, detailing her sweet dates with Grant.
I read them all but didn’t reply.
Star seemed bored and called me.
“Susan Miller, did you get my messages?”
I answered calmly, “Yes.”
There was a moment of silence, then she
scoffed.
<
“Are you heartbroken? Stop pretending, it’s
ridiculous.”
Grant must have heard her insult. He
whispered, “Star, let’s set off the fireworks.
Don’t waste your time with irrelevant people.”
Before the call ended, I heard fireworks
exploding.
I imagined the scene, it must have been
beautiful.
Since childhood, I’d dreamed of my own
fireworks show.
But Grant knew that and never fulfilled it.
It didn’t matter anymore.
Г
Back at the villa, I slept in the downstairs
bedroom.
I used to spend my free time in this room
writing.
I documented everything since I met Grant
and posted it online.
It started as a hobby, but it unexpectedly
gained many followers and brought in more
money than my job.
I was happy, thinking I’d continue updating
the story as long as Grant and I were
together..
It was time for the ending.
I posted the eight thousand words I’d saved
く
I posted the eight thousand words I’d saved
- up.
Then I added two more chapters and marked
it as complete.
My fans were shocked.
They criticized my unprofessionalism.
But when they read that it was based on a
true story, they started to cheer me on.
In the morning, I packed my things.
I left the signed divorce agreement on the
table and left.
As soon as I got on the bus back to my
hometown, Grant called.
Г
I hung up; he called again.
I answered, exasperated, “Grant Caldwell, are
you crazy?”
Grant seemed oblivious to my annoyance, his
voice trembling.
“Is that ‘My Daily Life with Mr. Caldwell‘
written by you?”
I was silent.
Grant waited anxiously, his breathing growing
heavier.
I didn’t know why he suddenly changed, but I
confessed, “Yes.”
<
Fearing he still had feelings, I added, “Don’t
worry, I won’t bother you. I’ve signed the
divorce papers; they’re on the coffee table.
We’re done.”
“No! Susan, where are you? I need to talk to
you…”
His voice was urgent.
It sounded like he cared a lot.
I interrupted, “Grant Caldwell, enough! Stop
pretending. It’s disgusting. I’m getting a
divorce, and if you don’t want me to expose
Star’s affair, sign the papers!”
