From the moment I stepped into Coral Villa, it felt as though my limbs had disconnected from my body. They had lost all feeling, and Nicholas dragged me along the entire way.
Eight years ago, he had led me through this house the same way, showing me our marital home. Back then, I was more shy than anything, too embarrassed to imagine that this would one day be our home.
He thought I was walking too slowly and turned back to take my hand. His tone was incredibly gentle as he said, "We'll live here from now on."
I looked up and glanced at his back. I realized that, back then, he must have felt a tinge of impatience, although he had hidden it well. Otherwise, why would he be so careful with my pace now, giving me enough time to take in the whole courtyard?
But this was no longer our marital home. So, why was he doing this now?
"Nicholas, let go! I can walk on my own!" I struggled to free myself.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around, his deep, dark eyes fixed on me. He pointed toward the balcony upstairs. "We once had sex over there."
His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
I gasped, enraged. "N-Nich…"
He interrupted me, pointing again at another spot. "See that open space? I kissed you in the snow there."
He pointed to the window of our bedroom. "I said I wanted to try the floor-to-ceiling windows. You were really loud that day."
Nicholas's palm grew warmer, but his expression turned colder. That was the part that humiliated me the most.
Although it had ended so bitterly between us, I never regretted any moment we spent together. Whether it was the happy times or the miserable ones, I had made peace with my own choices.
But the way he casually said those things was truly unbearable for me.
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