CHAPTER 33

Life has been so unfair to me. In the past month since our separation, moving on has proven more difficult than I had anticipated. The once-vibrant zeal I had for life and daily activities has completely vanished. Every night, I cry my eyes out to sleep and rise in the morning to pretend to be fine for the sake of my kids. I became a shadow of my former self, struggling hard to maintain my composure and sanity for their sake.

Nathan's tenacity is unwavering. He calls constantly, but I refused to pick up the call. Not a single day passed by without him sending an apology message, yet I wondered if I could ever forgive him. Even if I eventually forgive him, can I ever forget? Every memory from that I have relieved myself of is now vivid and haunts me like it happened yesterday. I can't handle the idea of being with a man who has assaulted me, kept secrets, and told lies. There are simply too many red flags for one person.

Even the media has worsened my misery. The breakup keeps making h