After I was done packing, I grabbed the wedding photo and glared vacuously at it for a while.
When Lyle and I were getting married, we didn’t have a wedding ceremony, so there weren’t any wedding photos of us.
The wedding photo in my hand had actually been fabricated by me. I had taken a photo of me in a wedding dress and edited his image into the photo. Just like this photo, our marriage is nothing but a deception. Enraged, I slammed the wedding photo frame onto the ground, shattering the glass of the frame.
In the end, I took the fake wedding photo out from its frame and tore it to pieces. With my luggage in hand, I walked out of my apartment. As I was getting out of my apartment building, I couldn’t help taking a few more glances at the third floor of the building.
I can’t believe I’m still reluctant to leave this place after all that has happened to me here. My eyes were starting to tear up. I raised my head to prevent the tears from flowing down.
My only wish is to have a warm and happy family with a husband that truly loves me. Is that too much to ask?
I went to the bank to check my total savings. Agonizingly, there was only twenty thousand in my bank account. I can’t even rent a decent house in Avenport with the pittance that I saved. Guess I’ll have to rent a basement.
That being said, it’s not like I haven’t lived underground before. Back in university, I had to spend frugally every day to eke out a living. I lived in a basement back then. This isn’t new to me.
I went to various intermediary agents in the attempt to find a basement with cheap rent, but to no avail. All the available places were too expensive for me.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Love Coming From The Least Expected