Just as Earth would not stop spinning because of one person's absence, my world kept turning too. After returning to work with a clearer mind, I noticed something strange—Selena had stopped trying to contact me.
When I realized this, I felt an unexpected pang of disappointment. In a weird way, her desperate attempts to win me back had made me happy, proving that she still cared.
Sometimes, I wondered if I had held out for just another month or two, would I have lowered my defenses and given her another chance? Maybe I would have even accepted the reality of our situation.
I wanted to call myself pathetic, but love was a strange thing. To prevent myself from breaking my own principles, I forced myself to avoid any news about her.
I started putting my phone away after work and only used it for business purposes. During that time, I fell in love with reading physical books, spending my free time quietly immersed in their pages.
I even began enforcing strict discipline in my life—waking up early, going to the gym, trying new hobbies like rock climbing and running. I also rekindled my old dream of pursuing a doctorate, increasingly driven to become a better version of myself.
Yet, deep down, I knew the truth. I had genuinely loved Selena, and all those years of devotion and emotional investment were real. It was not easy to let go of years of love.
Strangely enough, Selena still had not signed the divorce agreement. I had not approached her about it again; instead, I hired a lawyer to draft the divorce papers and file the court application.
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