Chapter 5

Roxanne's POV: Silas left with Megan. I leaned against the wall outside the front door, feeling a little out of breath. My phone rang as a text came in. Megan had sent me a text message. "I win. Just you wait—I'm going to take away every single thing that belongs to you." I glanced at it and switched off my phone before walking back into the old house. All the furniture in the house had been moved out. The floor tiles had been bashed in, and several unopened cans of paint sat in the corner of the balcony. The paint was pink, Megan's favorite color. The entire house was utterly empty. Nothing remained. The window seat I adored had been shattered. My favorite floral table cloth had been tossed into the trash. The curtains Silas and I had carefully picked out had been dumped in the dumpster downstairs too. All of it had been neglected and tossed away. I paced around the house, finally coming to terms with reality. I took one last look at this house that used to be my home, then walked away without looking back. Once I returned to the villa, I scanned all the furniture in the building. Megan's words echoed in my mind. I swiftly contacted a furniture disposal company and threw out all the furniture Megan had mentioned before. I didn't want anything to bother me in the final days of my life. It was late at night by the time the staff from the disposal company left. I lay on the rug, drenched in sweat. However, I felt a sense of relief I'd never experienced before. As the days passed on the calendar, I found myself growing calmer. As I consumed more painkillers over time, I became less conscious throughout the day. But one day, I felt incredibly energized. I contacted a courier and asked him to deliver two documents. One was to Jennifer and included some instructions I'd written for her as well as a list of my assets. The other was to Silas. It was a divorce agreement that I'd already signed early on. Even in death, I wanted to sever all ties to him. Neither of us wanted to see one another, so there was no need to discuss this in person. Plus, I was certain Silas would sign the agreement. After settling the courier, I sunbathed in the yard. The weather was perfect, and my mood had lightened up greatly. As I gazed at my pale face, I thought of putting on some lipstick. While searching for my lipstick in the bedroom, I happened to find my old diary. It had been left forgotten in a corner of a drawer, caked in dust. I flipped the diary open. Its entries spoke of my history with Silas—from our growing affection for each other and his confession when we were still youths, to our wonderful time spent in university. What followed was Silas starting his career, setting up his company, and expanding the business… I had written so many words in each entry. I couldn't help but smile as I read through the pages. But the words in the later entries began to decrease. The final sentence I'd written in the diary was—"Silas didn't come home again". I looked at the date. This entry was from years ago. I stopped writing in my diary ever since then and even forgot about the book itself. I sat in front of the study and hesitated for a moment before picking up a pen. Dusk had fallen by the time I finished writing my entry. As my abdomen started hurting again, I swallowed a couple of painkillers with practised ease. I then lay down on the rug. The painkillers seemed to be taking effect. The pain in my body began easing up. I felt my body growing lighter and lighter too. In a daze, I saw an 18-year-old Silas running toward me in the snow. His nose had turned red from the cold, but he was still grinning happily. He reached out to me, his eyes glowing brightly. I gazed back at him and placed my hand in his. Both of us then ran into the snow.