---- wasn't up to par. She should've left the company a long time ago." How ridiculous. He knew full well this wasn't about Macy's work performance. I turned my face away in disgust. "You don't have to agree to the divorce, Randall. I've already given the evidence of your affair to my lawyer. See you in court. "And if you're smart, you'll make this amicable. Otherwise, as the at-fault party, you' re looking at walking away with nothing." His retreating footsteps faltered in the doorway. " We're not getting a divorce." Who asked him? Iclosed my eyes, remembering what my lawyer had told me. Living apart long enough would be grounds for an irreparable breakdown of the marriage. ---- Randall began acting like a completely different person. He stopped staying out for days at a time. Instead, he lingered at home, cooking meals and preparing remedies for me. It used to be me who worried about his delicate stomach, tirelessly experimenting with recipes to keep him healthy. In the beginning, he'd appreciated it. However, over time, he came to see my care as something he was entitled to. Now the roles had reversed. "you're too thin, Nara," he said one evening. "You need to eat more and build your strength back up." It was as if his eyes had suddenly been opened. He saw my gaunt face, the strands of hair piling up in the drain, the dark circles under my eyes. ---- "Randall," I said coldly, "I don't want to see you. Get out." He didn't move. So, I picked up the nearest thing, a teacup, and hurled it at him. Still, he stood rooted to the spot. When the shards cut my hand, he rushed forward with the first-aid kit. "Nara, don't do this. Please. We have time. Let's fix this. Slowly, okay?" I let out a bitter laugh and poured rubbing alcohol onto his expensive suit. "Randall, back when I loved you, I waited for you."