Chapter 7

My chat with my former colleague quickly filled with exclamation marks, accompanied by a few reaction stickers. "I can't believe Mr. Grant is actually like that! People are truly unpredictable!" "Yvonne, don't be too upset. He's not worth it. And that Natasha? I knew something was off about her from the beginning." Michael's carefully crafted public image was finally torn apart, revealing nothing but disgrace and ugliness. I had finally shed the heaviest burden in my life. Whatever emotions Michael had—joy, anger, sorrow—no longer had anything to do with me. Without me, Michael was like a lost bird with nowhere to perch, aimlessly fluttering through the sky. In the end, after wandering around, he returned alone to our former home. We had been together for eight years. There had to be some residual feelings. But whatever was left was never enough to make me turn back. Michael had rarely drunk at home before. The lingering smell of alcohol now hung in the air—a nightmare for som