He mulled over a lot of things, the ones that made sense and the ones that didn’t. But after a long hesitation, he still couldn’t bring himself to sign his name.
"Mr. Casper, is something bothering you?" Dillon asked, puzzled by the mix of emotions on Casper's face.
Casper, visibly irritated, tossed the pen onto the table. "Divorce isn’t exactly a joyful occasion. Signing this feels like lifting a thousand-pound weight."
Hadn't he already decided?
Why the sudden hesitation now?
"Mr. Casper, are you having second thoughts, or are you just conflicted? I can’t figure you out."
Casper let out a bitter laugh, his smile tinged with sadness.
Second thoughts?
Conflicted?
Did he even have a say in this?
He could only go with the flow.
"Dillon, sometimes, life’s just unfair to men."
Dillon: ...
What’s with Mr. Casper suddenly waxing poetic?
Love... it really does a number on a good man.
"Mr. Casper, if she wasn’t meant to be yours, forcing it won’t make it sweet. Living in bitterness every day, isn't that worse?"
Casper got it.
That’s why he chose to let go.
It hurt, of course, but he believed time heals all wounds.
Eventually, he would move on.
Monday.
Eliza woke up early.
She hadn’t slept well the night before.
Dreamt all night long.
In her dreams, she saw her parents, Robin, and Casper—the man she fell for at first sight on that bridge.
They were a happy family; she and Casper had a son and a daughter, everyone’s faces glowing with joy.
The dream startled her awake.
Such happiness—how could it ever be hers?
Her mom died so tragically, her dad was ill with dementia and could hardly take care of himself, and though Robin was in a top-notch rehab center, that was probably as good as it would get.
A broken family, a failed marriage.
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