What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Forever Was So Short 

Josephine felt as though she was sleepwalking. She didn’t recall walking into City Hall or what she did inside. She only knew that she was holding her copy of the divorce certificate when she exited the building. Lewis had already driven off while she was still in a daze, leaving her there as it rained heavily. She stared blankly at the document in her hand, feeling as though she had been living a dream all this while, and he no longer wanted her now that she had awoken from it. 

Standing underneath an awning, she watched as the sky poured heavily after having been cast aside just like that. She didn’t cry, and it wasn’t because she couldn’t. The divorce certificate in her hand felt surreal, to the point where she couldn’t tell if she was awake or dreaming. She walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. A cold wind blew, carrying the raindrops under the awning and onto her face. It was when she felt the chill in the air did it occur to her that it was already winter. 

Elysium had a rainy winter season where there would be frequent downpours daily. She had missed the arrival of the winter season while she was in a languid state. However, the void she felt reminded her that she had missed much, much more than just that. She sat helplessly by the entrance to City Hall, like an abandoned puppy, holding her divorce certificate. She didn’t even know where she could go. 

A black Volkswagen stopped in front of her a short while later, and a man rushed out of the car. “Why are you sitting here all by yourself, Mrs. Alvarez?” 

Josephine looked at him blankly. He looked familiar when she looked at him closely, but she couldn’t remember who he was. 

“‘It’s me, Dr. Halliday. Do you still remember me?” Seeing the vacant look on her face, he waved his hand in front of her, but her eyes remained empty and confused. “You… don’t know who I am anymore?” 

She stared at him for a long time but still couldn’t recognize who he was, so she weakly shook 

her head to indicate such. 

He sighed. “This isn’t good. Why has your condition deteriorated so quickly?” 

He then rattled off. Her brows furrowed as she couldn’t understand anything he was saying. 

Dr. Halliday paced in front of her as he babbled, “It must be because of the recent hunger strike, self-harm, and the weight of your grief that has aggravated your illness. How about you come to the hospital for a checkup?” 

The hazy look in her eyes faded slightly at this-was he talking about her? A hunger strike, self -harm… why didn’t she remember any of it? Looking down at her wrist, she noticed the white bandages around it had been stained a bright red that was quickly becoming a red cloth. Blood transferred onto her fingernails when she gently touched the dressing. As though wanting to 

confirm what she was seeing was real, she started undoing her bandages, bearing the pain as she removed them. 

A gruesome sight appeared before her eyes. The cut was deep and exposed her flesh. It had been filled with some sort of powder, which had turned into a paste because of the fresh- flowing blood. It wasn’t hard to imagine that the cut was from something sharp. Did she really slit her own wrist? Why did she do something like this? 

Glancing at her, Dr. Halliday was shocked to see her staring vacantly at her wound. He hurriedly went up and squatted down in front of her. “Why did you remove your bandages, Madam? It will get infected.” He chastised as he patted his breast pocket and thankfully found a roll of bandages. 

He held her arm and rebandaged it before looking up at her with a conflicted expression on his face. He opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, looking as though he was struggling over where to start. 

“Do you still remember what illness you have?” 

Josephine shook her head-she had no memory of this. 

He heaved a long and heavy sigh and was pensive for a moment before he explained, “You have a mental illness called Alzheimer’s. That’s why you don’t remember a lot of things. Don’t you have a notebook? Where is it?” 

She lowered her head and looked around-what notebook? 

He contemplated saying more, but observing her current state; he realized it would be pointless as it was likely she wouldn’t remember any of it. “I’ll send you home. Let’s go.” He decided that he would inform Lewis of this once upon arrival; otherwise, it would be too late. 

Her thoughts were an even bigger mess as she stood up and mechanically got into Dr. Halliday’s car. He sped the entire drive to the villa. She exited the vehicle and was about to run. into the villa like she usually would when the doors slammed shut with a bang, locking her out. She stood at the door and was at a loss. 

“Mr. Alvarez doesn’t know about your condition, Madam. Let me talk to him.” Dr. Halliday walked up to her side and awkwardly said as he raised a hand and rang the doorbell. 

A middle-aged woman opened the door a short while later instead of Lewis. 

“Who are you looking for?” 

“I’m here to see Mr. Alvarez. Is he not here?” 

The woman, Fiona, looked him up and down before shaking her head. “Mr. Alvarez told me he won’t be coming back to the villa at all and has asked me to clear it out. Oh, right. Are these yours, Madam? He said I can throw them out if you don’t come back to collect them.” She opened the door wider as she said this and showed them a pile of things in the corner. She had a guilty look on her face as she had swiped a few things while packing up Josephine’s 

belongings and was worried that they would find out. 

Dr. Halliday stole a glance at Josephine’s face but couldn’t detect any changes in her usual pale complexion and dazed look.