5

Michele looked like she had seen a ghost when she saw me, she started screaming like crazy and throwing everything around her. Carlos enveloped her in a hug when he saw her behavior.

Her hug was always warm and comforting.

Michele slowly calmed down as she spoke Carlos' name repeatedly. And that man, my husband, comforted her. "Everything is fine! I'm here, she won't hurt you."

Carlos' sudden kindness allowed her. He turned to me and coldly questioned me. “What are you doing here at the hospital? Go away now.”

He always sent me home ahead of Michele.

I looked away quickly from the kindness Carlos was showing Michele. At that moment, Michele took advantage of Carlos' influence and threw a glass of hot water in my face. I screamed in pain and backed away in panic. I hit a few things and just as I was about to fall, someone working my arm.

I looked at him desperately. "Carlos."

His gaze was conflicted as he looked at me. Then he turned his gaze to Michele and then took me to the ER. I looked at my face in the mirror and saw that my fancy makeup had melted from the hot water.

It had left behind a red stain that decorated one side of my face.

That was because of my fall in the afternoon and when I used my fingernails to mark him.

Carlos brought some cotton and seventy alcohol. He was completely silent as he cleaned the wound on my face. As much as I gave it, I had to stay silent and enjoy the care he was giving me.

My black hair was soaked. I looked down at his elegant, pale hand, called his name softly, "Carlos."

He answered me softly: “Huh?”

I can give you Moom companies, and agree to divorce, are you really not willing to date me? operated gently, almost eagerly.

Carlos' fingers stopped suddenly. He looked at me with confusion in his eyes and asked the same question, “You've been behaving strangely lately, since Michele's return. What is your plan exactly?”

Carlos once said that he had no patience with me. The scowl on his face said it all, that he had used up all of his patience with me. I reached out my hand afraid to touch his eyebrows and even the crease. “You are not even willing.” I asked carefully.

My voice was really, really soft and my tone was hulmilde.

Carlos' voice was soft but full of masculinity and clarity as he answered me, “I can date anyone, even an idiot, but I'm not going to date you. Give up.

I felt like I had been butchered. The sadness in my heart quickly grew. I didn't want to hold back anymore.

Carlos continues to clean my face and apply medicine to my wound. He was very focused.

He smiled softly and asked: “Carlos, do you really think you don't hurt me?”

He smiled and replied quietly, "Huh?"

I laughed softly and said, “You think you won't do it, or you won't hurt me, that I won't cry? Is that why you continue to treat me badly? But Carlos, I was only 20 when I married you. I was at an age where I couldn't bear the coldness, hatred, and neglect of others. And the person who did all this for me was my own husband, the person I most needed comfort from. I'm actually not as strong as people think.”

Carlos looked at me in shock. And suddenly he asked: “Why do you want to date so much?”

I figured Dad was about to arrive. I blinked and ended the conversation, saying casually. “Carlos, let's get divorced. I will give you to Moom companies.”

Sky calluses suddenly pressed the cotton hard. I gasped in pain. However, sorry nonchalantly and said: “I'm tired. Isn't it true that you always wanted to marry Michelle?”

He did not say anything.

His handsome face was somber. I took the divorce agreement out of my bag and he said lightly with a smile on his face, “Carlos, You will be free as soon as you sign.”

I couldn't bear to do that, but what could I do if I stuck with him?"

Besides… I didn't want to talk myself into forgiving him for hurting me so badly.

Carlos took the divorce papers from my hands and read them carefully. At the end he said: “You don't want Moom companies anymore?”

“I only want 5 million. The rest you can keep for yourself.”

He fell silent again and looked at me questioningly.

He held the divorce papers a moment longer, motionless. He took a pen out of my bag and handed it to him. He hesitated for a while before putting his name on the documents.

I felt sad. He had signed.

He wanted a divorce.

An agreement was now ending our marriage.

I grabbed the divorce papers and forced a smile on my face. “I'll ask the lawyers to sort out the rest. You will receive the divorce certificate in a few days. I would transfer the shares of Moom companies to you in the coming months.”

“Just let me be alone for as long as I have left.”

It was like I was having an epiphany. I felt very relaxed. The wound on my face didn't even hurt as much anymore. I could finally… Tolerate letting him go. And finally he could give back his freedom.

I knew Dad would be there by now, Carlos and I got up and went to Michelle's room. And we hear Mr Sky coldly questioning: “So? You were the one who hired those men and planned all this, right?”

Michele was always afraid of him. She fearfully said, "You're lying, I didn't do any of that."

“I have your records of your transactions. Are you still going to keep denying it? Michelle, you tried to frame my daughter-in-law. Keep dreaming! Even if she wasn't my daughter-in-law, I wouldn't accept you into my family!”

I looked at Carlos, his expression was calm even as he listened to the conversation inside. Come to think of it, my plan was unnecessary. Carlos was a smart and smart man. There were many things he could find out for himself without being told.

However, he didn't bring it up, Michelle and pretended until he didn't know anything as he comforted Michelle. He had just been totally fake to her. And I wanted to seek justice for myself. That's ridiculous!

I had even bothered his father.

I turned to leave in a hurry and thought about it. I felt that something was not right when I arrived at the exit of the hospital. My nose was hot, I brought my hand to it unconsciously.

There was a red spot on my hand.

Snowflakes fell on that peaceful night. I reached out my hand to catch them. My legs suddenly collapsed under my weight and I fell under the stairs with the snow-covered steps.

At that moment, I seemed to see Carlos Sky from that year.

He called me "girl" affectionately. His voice was low and smooth as he asked me, “Girl, it's late. Why don't you go home."

I shamelessly gave him a bright smile and replied, I want to hear you play. Can you play 'Photograph' for me?"

“Okay, I’ll play in class tomorrow for you”

That year, I didn't have the courage to walk into the classroom and hear him play that song. I crouched outside the classroom, under the yellow windows and beside the white walls. I cried feeling helpless and afraid.

Liking Carlos Sky seemed so simple.

I was hanging on to the last thread of my consciousness when I fell down the stairs. I saw that Carlos Sky suit and thought I could hear him calling my name...

“Natalia, wake up! Hold on!"

I thought I heard a vague, sad voice. He pleaded softly. “As soon as you're better… I promise I'll date you. I might even stay with you forever.”