Chapter 219

"I don't love her," I said honestly. At this point, all I felt toward Sophia was disgust. The wounds she had inflicted on me weren't something that could be easily forgotten. I didn't need her guilt or her so-called attempts at compensation. All I wanted was a divorce. I no longer cared for Sophia's love. I turned and walked out. As I was about to step out of the kitchen, I left Gerard with a few things to consider, my tone laced with indifference. "The world is cruel. You can't judge everything just by the surface. You can't advise others to be kind unless you've walked in their shoes." I was just 28 years old, but I felt ancient—like someone who had already seen through the meaning of life and death. If this world were truly as beautiful as some people claimed, then I wouldn't have suffered so much. After leaving the kitchen, I returned to the guest room, feeling utterly exhausted. As I lay down on the bed and gently closed my eyes, memories of my life replayed in my mind like