Karen had eagerly slipped the cheap ring that he got from a dollar store, into her finger.
I didn’t say anything about it. I just thought, as long as she was happy, it did not matter.
That was my thought until I saw Hugo again. It was obvious that he and Karen were a couple.
Karen's finger was really slender so the ring did not fit properly there. Yet, even though it kept slipping off her finger, she was still determined to wear it.
Meanwhile, she had never once worn our wedding ring ever since our marriage.
When I asked about it, she dodged answering. Instead, she gaslighted me by accusing me of interfering with her freedom to be friends with others.
“It’s just an accessory. Do you really need to be so sensitive? Are you going to accuse me of having an illicit affair with Hugo again? Stop making baseless accusations.”
Before I could say anything to defend myself, she had already pinned the blame on me.
Karen looked briefly at her phone before hurriedly banging the door closed and leaving sparing me another glance as she made a call. "Assistant Hammond, book me two first-class tickets to Norway on the earliest flight.”
I was about to call her but, in the end, I decided not to. After all, it would not make any difference. She would still run back to her one true love without a second thought.
I did not have to think too hard that this was all about Hugo once again.
I was right. Hugo posted a sentimental lyric on his Feed on Instagram just a minute ago. It read, "The aurora isn’t mine and neither is the moon.”
Then two minutes later, he updated his Feed again. "Though the moon only shone once upon me, it's already enough."
So, they were going to see the Aurora Borealis, huh?
Memories began to flood my mind. I recalled how many times I had mentioned about wanting to see the Aurora Borealis to Karen but each time I told her, all she gave me was perfunctory answers or empty promises.
Today, I came here just to take what was mine and finally leave for good.
I figured that if I was going to leave, I might as well do it without saying anything to her. So, I abandoned the thought of calling her. Instead, I turned around and packed up my things.
Karen called me, "Sam, what's going on with my credit card? Why did you freeze it? I have dinner plans with Hugo tonight. You must unfreeze it now and stop being difficult."
I sipped champagne from my glass and replied calmly, "Who is this?"