Chapter 2 Leave

I quietly finished the long-delayed dinner, celebrating a fresh start.

After eating my fill, I wiped my mouth, took out my phone, and called a moving company. "Hello, I need to move right now. An urgent request, and I'll double the cost."

The person on the other end was startled by my directness, pausing for a moment before responding, "Miss, it's too late now..."

"I'll triple the cost." I interrupted him, "Bring everyone you can. I'll send you the address."

After hanging up, I looked around the house I'd lived in for nearly seven years.

I chose the sofa in the living room, I planted the flowers on the balcony, and I collected the entire wall of books in the study one by one.

I used to think this was my and Liam's home.

After seven years, it turned out that I was just a ridiculous sojourner.

I walked into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, where half the space was taken up by Liam's clothes, and the other half was mine.

His clothes were always black, white, or gray, meticulously ironed. My clothes, however, were colorful and full of life.

Without expression, I pulled out a few pre-packed suitcases, only packing my own things.

My summer skirts, winter sweaters, my books, my computer, and the bunny doll that had been with me for many years at the head of my bed.

As for the things Liam had given me? Well, he never gave me anything except that ring.

Halfway through packing, I got a call from the moving company. Their efficiency was astonishing.

"Miss, we're downstairs, we've got all the stuff, and we'll make sure everything's moved perfectly." The leader of the team shouted in a straightforward voice.

I opened the door, and several strong men in work clothes filed in.

The leader glanced at all the items in the room, smiling. "Miss, you live alone, but you have quite a lot of belongings."

I smiled. "I didn't live alone before, but now I do."

The leader, understanding the situation, immediately kept quiet and swiftly began directing his workers to start packing.

Less than an hour later, the once warm home had become empty and desolate.

I took one last look at the house, my eyes landing on the console table by the entrance.

There was a photo frame there, which was the only photo of Liam and I taken when we graduated from college. In the photo, I smiled brightly, and Liam stood beside me, his expression as cold and distant as ever.

I walked over and turned the frame face down on the table.

"Let's go." I turned and never looked back.

The car drove toward the four-bedroom apartment I had bought a month ago, paying in full with the wages I had saved up over the past seven years.

I had never told anyone about this, not even Liam.

I had planned to surprise him after we got married, to tell him that we finally had a home of our own.

Looking back now, I was glad I hadn't said anything.

Otherwise, even this last escape route would have been tainted by him.

Standing in the empty living room of my new home, smelling the faint scent of paint, I felt more relaxed than ever before.

My phone vibrated.

It was a message from Liam. "When you're done messing around, come back on your own. Don't make me come after you."