[Monica: I'm sorry, he was just trying to help me, you're not really angry, are you? We are all women, we all know the pain of being urged to get married, don't be so petty.]
Then came a photo of the two holding hands, with the sparkling couple rings dazzling.
I suddenly realized that the women's ring that I had worn on my hand for several years was no longer suitable. Since it actually fitted perfectly on Monica's hand.
It fitted so perfectly that it seemed like it was custom-made for her.
Usually, I would have caused him to burst into rage. But at that moment, I was so calm at that moment that it did not cause any ripples.
I packed my things into the box with an expressionless face and turned to leave the place where I had lived for many years.
After loving for so many years, it was time to let go.
I rented a new house and slept soundly for two days.
I did not go to the company and did not go out.
Only when I felt it was almost done did I get up and print the equity division book.
Marcell had a company under his name, which he and I founded together.
Although we said we were together, I was actually responsible for most of it.
But at that time, I regarded him as my future husband, so I only held a small portion of the shares.
However, since we had been breaking up, the equity and financial details should naturally be clearly divided. Not to mention that 80% of it was the least I deserve for my hard work.
As I mulled over everything, a sudden loud banging jolted me out of my thoughts, followed by furious kicks rattling the door. I did not need to see him to know who it was.
“Carla!” Marcell's voice bellowed from the other side. “You had the guts to move out, to ignore work, but why can’t you face me?”
I yanked the door open just as he prepared to kick again.
With a stumble, Marcell lost his balance and pitched forward.
I sidestepped smoothly, letting him crash to the floor with a satisfying thud.
He looked up at me, eyes wide in disbelief, as he asked, “You are hiding from me?”
I looked at him coldly and said flatly, “We have broken up, why are you still looking for me?”
Marcell held out his red wrist to me with a grievance, “I'm already injured, are you still going to make trouble with me?”
As he said that, he wanted to hold my hand and act coquettishly as he did in the past.