Goodbye Saintess. novel Chapter 11

Hera was just a soon-to-be ex-wife who no longer mattered to me. I should not care how she felt. I should not let anything she did stir my emotions.

To me, Hera was a stranger. I had finally moved on from that failed marriage.

I celebrated with my teammates, our joy overflowing. They were happy to be reunited with their families. I was happy to be free—finally on a path toward a better future.

Afterward, we returned to work. There was still some clean-up to do, and everyone wanted to do right by those who had fallen. Even if this meant we would have to work into the night, it would still be worth it.

The work lasted until four in the morning. At that moment, the wildfire was officially contained.

Tears of joy welled up in everyone's eyes. They had survived, and tomorrow promised a fresh start.

That was true for me as well. But some of my tears were for my failed marriage.

Fatigue weighed on us after days of hard labor, yet the thought of going home at dawn kept us restless. Albert had to order us back into our tents to rest.

When morning came, we climbed into the truck. Albert decided to send us directly home instead of returning to the station. It was a well-received choice.

Many teammates rushed into the arms of their wives and children, caring little about their disheveled appearances. Some called friends and parents as soon as they got home.

The house Hera and I had shared was nearby. It was the first one along the way, but I said nothing and passed it by.

The truck eventually returned to the station. Those with farther homes got out immediately and headed to their cars, eager to go home. I was the only one who remained slow and detached.

Albert noticed it. "Grimwald."

"Yes, sir?"

"Where's your home? I think it was somewhere along this route."

"Nah, you're wrong. My house is over there," I lied, pointing in the opposite direction.

Albert shook his head. "Damn, I'm getting old. Alright. Go home, kid. You've earned it."

"You too, Captain Holst."

I washed my face at the dorm and changed into fresh, clean clothes. Then I grabbed my suitcase.

I wasn't ready to tell my colleagues about the divorce.

'Not yet,' I told myself.

Still, that meant I couldn't stay at the station's dorm.

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