Dying to Divorce Him

Chapter 5

The product launch was a big event, streamed live with nearly every major media outlet in attendance.

I kicked off the opening speech, while the company's new successor took over to introduce the latest product.

That evening, we hosted a celebratory dinner. In past years, I always attended alone. But this time, I brought someone with me, a young man named Chris Jones.

Chris was Shirley's younger brother. He had dreams of breaking into the entertainment industry, but his parents were dead set against it. So he decided to go it alone. Worried he'd struggle, Shirley asked me to help guide him.

The second he walked in, the entertainment press swarmed. He instantly became the center of attention. One bold reporter even asked if he was my boyfriend.

"He's not," I said with a smile. "He's my friend's younger brother. I'm just helping him out."

But of course, the media spun their own story. The headlines the next morning were all speculation and insinuation.

A few days later, I brought Chris to an auction and bought him several antiques. I even went as far as setting up an entertainment company just for him.

Once everything was settled, I realized I couldn't hold on anymore. I booked a one-way ticket out of the country.

That night, I drove by the house Felix and I used to share, just to see it one last time.

And that's when I ran into him.

His friends were practically holding him up, clearly drunk out of his mind. When they saw me, their faces lit up.

"Miss Quinn, thank God you're here. He's completely wasted and keeps insisting this is his place. He won't budge."

I didn't go to him.

"He's not wrong. It was his place. But I've sold it."

They all looked stunned. Felix kept mumbling, struggling against their grip.

"Where's he supposed to go now? Should we take him to your place?"

I looked at them, wondering how clueless they could be.

"I don't have anything to do with him anymore. Wherever he goes isn't my concern."

I walked past them, got in my car, and drove away. They had no choice but to take him somewhere else.

Later, I heard one of them say, "We asked him earlier if he had any regrets. He said no. But the second he got drunk, he tried to go back to her."

"Damn... poor guy doesn't even realize he's in love. One day he's gonna regret it, big time."

The next morning, with the sun rising behind me, I stood at the airport holding my one-way ticket, saying goodbye to Shirley and the others.

This was it. I was leaving for good. I might never see them again.

Shirley cried so hard she could barely stand. "Why is it always the good ones who leave first?"

"I don't know," I said softly. "Maybe this is just my way of finding peace."

She asked if I had told Felix. I hadn't. I didn't want to give him one more thing to feel guilty about.

"You're still thinking about him?" she snapped. "When has he ever cared about your feelings?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't.

Before I left, I gave Shirley the contract I'd signed with Felix and asked her to deliver it to him. I just wanted to end things cleanly. We were never truly on the same page, this was closure.

When I arrived overseas, I immediately sought out the best doctors. But even the top specialists couldn't help me.

Then Shirley messaged me.

She hadn't given him the contract.

"You should be the one to end it yourself," she said.

But I couldn't go back. Not anymore.

I unblocked Felix, hoping I could send him one last message, maybe leave him something to remember me by.

But my message wouldn't go through. He'd blocked me.

Fine.

Goodbye. In this lifetime, we won't meet again.