A slight smile touched Leona Grant's lips.
'Good. This is great. He'd finally gotten rid of her.'
'He could finally stop facing that suffocating affection of hers—the kind she thought was good for him.'
She had no idea how much he detested her old, fawning smiles, her meddlesome concern, her relentless pursuit, and her unconditional support and companionship.
'That kind of love was too much trouble, too annoying. From now on, he was on his own again. He would no longer have to carry the title of a married man, a man with a wife, wherever he went.'
He was free.
But he didn't understand. This was something he had longed for, so why couldn't he feel happy at all in this moment?
Deep inside, something was hammering at his heart, each blow stronger than the last.
Especially when he heard her say, "I don't love you anymore." It was as if a part of his heart had been stripped away, leaving an abrupt emptiness.
