I Refuse to Divorce novel (Zoe and Mason) novel Chapter 152

Zoe returned to Brookesville and drove directly to the cemetery from the airport.

In early winter, a chilly wind blew. She wore a black coat and held a bouquet of daisies, her mother's favorite. Standing in the cold wind, she gazed at her mother's smiling face on the tombstone.

Her mother passed away in a car accident. In Zoe's memories, her mother was gentle and affectionate, deeply in love with her father.

In the evening, the sound of a car would resonate in the courtyard of Kirk Manor. Her mother would carry her downstairs to welcome her father. Her father would kiss her mother first and then hug her, asking, "Did you miss Daddy?"

"I did! I want to follow you to pick up Noah from school."

"Okay! Let's pick up your brother together and not disturb your mom while she paints."

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The young Zoe sat in the black RV, watching her mother from behind the rear window. Her mother stood in the courtyard, wearing a shawl, with a blooming wax plum tree beside her and a faint smile on her face.

A tear fell.

Zoe bent down and placed the bouquet of daisies before her mother's grave. She thought that tomorrow, in spring, she would plant a wax plum tree here. When winter came again, her mother would hold her, waiting for her father to come home from work.

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In the evening, she returned to the villa.

Upon seeing her return, the maid looked nervous, speaking cautiously, "Madam, you're back. Mr. Mason called from the company—"

Zoe didn't want to hear news about Mason.

She paused on the stairs and whispered, "No need to prepare my dinner, I won't be eating at home. Thank you."

The maid was stunned.

Zoe reached the second floor and pulled out a large suitcase, starting to pack her belongings.

She was going to live separately from Mason.

Maybe she didn't have the strength to leave him now, but she couldn't stand sharing the same bed and roof with him anymore.

She packed a few sets of clothes and important documents, closing the suitcase.

When leaving, she quietly looked at the bedroom where she had lived for three years. Her gaze still had some sentimentality, but her eyes finally landed on the wedding ring between her fingers.

She had put it on not long ago, and now she took it off again.