---- Chapter 4 What I didn't know was that three hours earlier, right after Arnold left my hospital room, he had already found Yasmine in an abandoned warehouse. When he found her, she was curled up in a corner, trembling with fear. Arnold held her gently and murmured, "It's okay now, Yasmine. I got you." Yasmine clutched to the hem of his coat and cried, " Arnold, I was so scared... That explosion... I thought I'd never see you again." He patted her back and said firmly, "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again." Though he had comforted her, Arnold felt a growing unease. He thought of me-the woman who had always waited for him with quiet devotion-but who now had grown so cold and distant. ---- As he decided to return home and check on me, Yasmine held on to him. "Arnold, don't go. I'm scared to be alone," she pleaded, her gaze full of dependence as she clung to his sleeve. Arnold felt a bit helpless, but he didn't want Yasmine to suffer any further harm. "Yasmine, rest for now. I'll just check on Juniper and come right back." However, she suddenly threw her arms around him, her voice tinged with sobs. "No, Arnold! Don't leave me. You're all I have left!" Arnold took a deep breath. "How about this? I'll spend my time between the two of you by alternating between each month, okay?" Yasmine looked up, reluctance flashing through her eyes. However, in the end, she nodded. "Alright... but hug me first, and I'll believe you." Arnold embraced her lightly, though he was clearly ---- growing annoyed. He pulled out his phone and sent me a message. " Juniper, I'll be back soon. Please wait for me." However, he didn't receive any reply after he hit send. What he didn't know was that I had already made up my mind to leave him by then. His brow furrowed tighter and tighter. He had never seen me act so indifferent. In the hours that followed, Arnold bombarded me with messages and phone calls that I didn't respond to. His anxiety and need for control exploded. He had to know what I was thinking. Why had I changed so suddenly? Why was I acting like a stranger? Then, I sent him that final message. "Let's not meet again." That was the last straw for the restless Arnold. ---- Ignoring Yasmine's protests, he sped off in his car to our house. "Arnold! You promised to stay with me!" Yasmine screamed at him from the front steps as he drove away. But Arnold didn't look back. All he could think about was seeing me again as soon as possible to ask why I treated him this way and why I wanted a divorce. The scenery outside the window rushed past in a blur, but all that filled his mind was one desperate thought. "Juniper, wait for me. I'll explain everything." He burst through the front door, only to be met with darkness. The house was eerily quiet. "Juniper?" Arnold called out, his voice echoing through the hollow house, met only by silence. He quickly flicked on the lights in the empty living