Chapter 6

The next day, Cecelia took the broken bracelet to a craftsman to repair. After coming back home, she made her way up the stairs to the second floor and heard a noise coming from the display room. She followed the noise and spotted a few workers hauling her things out one by one. Standing nearby, Alice crossed her arms, acting like she owned the place. "Hurry up and get rid of all the trash. Don't leave a thing behind." Cecelia furrowed her brows and hurried toward Alice. "What are you doing?" Spotting Cecelia, Alice raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with disdain. "Shaun feels bad for Larry and wants to clear this room out for his playroom. With nowhere else to put your stuff, they have to be tossed." After saying that, Alice deliberately kicked the sculpture that had rolled to her feet. Cecelia's expression immediately hardened. That was a piece she had spent three months making. Shaun had this display room built just for Cecelia. Back when Melissa passed away, she was trapped in her grief, spending all day painting and doing crafts. He kept every piece of work she had done and even designed this room himself. On the day the display room was ready, he handed her the keys and said solemnly, "From here on out, this is your space. Nobody gets to mess with it. As long as I'm around, you can always keep the things you cherish and live a life that is simple and free." But now, he had secretly taken her keys, cleared out the place that held all her memories, and given it to Larry. She looked at the trampled painting on the floor, the handmade scarf tossed into the rubble, and the statue smashed to pieces. Her heart sank, and a chill washed over her like she was drenched in icy water. Most of what was in this room was tied to Shaun. Since he didn't care anymore, Cecelia would make his wish come true, disappearing with the items without looking back. … Over the next few days, Shaun stayed at the hospital with Larry. He stopped watching Cecelia's every move the way he used to, pouring all his attention into Larry instead. Cecelia took the chance to pack her things, quietly counting down the days until she left. … Two days later, Alice tossed the signed divorce agreement onto the table in front of Cecelia. She couldn't wipe the smug look on her face and smirked. "Didn't I tell you getting Shaun to sign was no big deal? Now you can get lost." Shaun's bold signature at the bottom was just like the way he used to sign his love letters to her. Cecelia pursed her lips, her fingers clutching the edge of the document. She thought it would take ages to get Shaun to cave and sign, but Alice had it done before she knew it. Cecelia tucked the agreement away and said flatly, "My flight is the day after tomorrow. I would be gone with or without you saying it. "Don't blame me for not telling you. Shaun's got a serious sex addiction. I've had enough of him snapping anytime, anywhere. If you're taking over, then good luck to you." Hearing that, Alice just looked even more pleased with herself. She clenched her jaw. "You and I are nothing alike. Shaun cares about me. He has even cut his own arm to keep his lust in check. But what about you? When he made you miscarry, he didn't even care. What do you have over me?" Seeing Alice act so high and mighty, Cecelia felt more amused than mad. She had never told anyone about the crazy things Shaun had done to her, and she intended to keep it that way. … The day before Cecelia's flight, Eliza invited Cecelia to a farewell meal. Cecelia had just gotten changed and was about to head out when Shaun walked in. He looked cold and dangerous, with Alice following closely behind, her face drained of color. He stood in Cecelia's path, his dark eyes bloodshot. He suddenly asked, "Where are you hiding Larry, Cecelia?"