Mia hurled the divorce document that she had already signed at Henry. The only reason she came here was because she wanted to try one last time before giving up.
She didn't want to worry about what-ifs.
Of course it was really difficult to give up on a relationship; Mia could feel that someone had set her already broken heart on fire. After all, Mia had grown up with Henry; the two of them could be considered childhood sweethearts. All of her happy memories till now held and consisted of this man.
By giving up on this marriage, Mia was not only giving up on her husband but also on her past. Because after tonight, she would never be able to look at her past with a smile.
She reached out and snatched the wine glass that the woman beside her was holding and drowned it in one gulp and although her eyes were filled with tears, she raised the empty glass in the air and said to Henry, "Happy birthday, dear ex-husband." Mia placed the empty glass on the table while ignoring the stabbing aches in her chest.
She then turned around on her feet and walked out of the room.
Once she stepped out of the private room, the crowd suddenly became lively again.
"Did she really sign the divorce documents?" A man asked with a frown.
"I saw it," said the woman next to him. "It's the real thing."
"Congratulations, Henry! You might as well strike the iron when it's hot; who knows, that woman might regret it later on? Go and get your certificate as soon as possible."
"This might be the best birthday gift for you, bro."
Henry bent down and picked up the divorce agreement that was lying on the table and carefully skimmed through the terms and conditions.
'It's not the one that I gave her,' he thought with a frown on his face. Though Henry didn't recall how Mia and he got entangled and ended up getting married, he still didn't want to ruin her life.
Since she married him, he was willing to give her a house and some dividends from his company as alimony.
Who would have thought that the woman wouldn't take them? It was as if she wanted nothing to do with him.
Henry had thought and countless times imagined this scene happening in his head but in his imagination, he was thrilled with glee to get this freedom he had been craving for.
But as he held onto the divorce agreement, he couldn't find the happiness that he had been seeking. Instead, he felt a sudden loss in his chest, as if someone had scooped out a piece of his chest, leaving a hollow pain behind.
"Darling?" Jamie sensed something amiss and immediately reached out to hold Henry's hand. She looked up at him and innocently smiled, "Is something wrong?"
Henry snapped out of his reverie and shook his head before turning to look at his beloved on his side. What was he even thinking about? How could that selfish and greedy woman be worthy of his heartache?
Far away from the private room, Mia staggered out of the hotel. Even though her right foot was twisted, the pain of seeing her husband with another woman fizzled her physical pain down. Nonetheless, it hurt like a little son of a gun as she walked down the steps.
It was at times like these that Mia wished she had just let it go.
Holding on till now had only hurt her even more.
She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes, not wanting to shed any more tears, but at the same time, Mia was quite sure that she no longer had any more tears to shed. After all, for the past six months she had done nothing but cry.
"Are you alright?"
Mia stiffened and looked up. The second she raised her gaze, her eyes met with the most intense golden gaze she had ever seen, causing her breath to hitch.
"I am fine," she tried to straighten up but winced when another shot of excruciating pain shot through her right foot and to her head. "I—I just twisted my foot."
Mia felt embarrassed and ashamed when she thought about how she had made a fool of herself once again.
"Is that so?" The man with a fedora on his head tilted his head to one side and brought his hand that was holding a handkerchief to his side. "I thought that you were about to cry."
She was but now that she had company, Mia had no desire to bawl her eyes out in front of a stranger.
The said stranger looked at her twisted foot and questioned, "Do you want me to bring you to the hospital, miss?"
That made Mia step back almost instantly.
She had heard all about the serial murders that were taking place in the city, and the victims of these murders were all women.
With either blonde or golden honey hair.
Mia blinked her eyes and looked at her reflection in the glasses of the man. Her golden honey hair shimmered exceptionally brighter under the moon and for a few seconds, in the face of the danger of losing her life, she completely forgot all about her heartbreak and divorce.
"No, thanks," Trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, she turned on her feet while ignoring her twisted foot and walked over to the taxi stand. Praying with every fiber of her being that she would be able to hail a taxi.
'Please, please, please, God,' she muttered in her head. 'You can't hate me to the point where you will want me dead on the very day I lost everything?'
Mia could feel the gaze of the man digging in her back and she pursed her lips before dragging her feet even faster. And when a taxi came to a stop at the taxi stand, Mia half hopped and half dragged her foot before coming to a stop right next to the taxi.
"To the city hospital," she turned to look at the man standing at the same spot where she had left him and Mia sucked a breath before telling the driver, "Quickly."