It's None of My Business

Addison’s POV

I let out a long breath as I exited the taxi that had brought me to the front of the divorce hall building. I felt the warm mid-afternoon breeze hit the skin on my face, which instantly warmed up.

 

From across the street here, I could see a very familiar man standing in front of the divorce hall building.  I could see his eyes glaring at me. I don't know what will happen to me later. Maybe I'll get angry, considering I didn't show up as promised.

 

Damon is a very time-disciplined man. Damon disliked lateness because he was a man who came from a wealthy family, the sole successor of his family's giant company. That's why he values discipline so much.

 

I started to cross the deserted street, running a little up the stairs that were only a few steps. Now I could see that the man hadn't come alone. Next to Damon stood a beautiful woman wearing a very elegant dress with a soft combination of colors. The woman's name was Cora. She was the woman my husband had been in love with for the past two years.

 

To be honest, my heart ached to see them together. Moreover, we have not officially divorced. Without thinking about my feelings, Damon arbitrarily brought that woman here. Does he want to see me down over this divorce?

 

How heartless.

 

Whereas in the past, I could see the love in his eyes that seemed genuine. Our togetherness since childhood made our relationship even closer. I even still remember the sentence of how he couldn't possibly live without me. It sounds exaggerated, but that was the fact. Damon loved me, and I loved him. But now, it all seemed to have come to nothing. He was with another woman, who I thought was his only possession.

 

I had arrived before Damon, with her looking at me sarcastically. I squeezed my fingers tightly, trying to stay here and not cry in front of them. No, I can't be weak. I know it's hard for me, but I have to be strong.

 

"You took so long to come, Addy! You kept me waiting from the promised time." Damon throws his annoyance at me.

 

I glance at Cora's hand wrapped around the arm of Damon, my husband. It was a painful feeling to see them in such intimate contact. She seemed to have claimed Damon as her own.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

Damon chuckled in annoyance. "If it wasn't for this divorce, I wouldn't want to wait for you, or do you intend to run away again?"

 

As I wanted to reply to my husband's words, the woman beside Damon had already tackled me first.

 

"He doesn't need to do that. She should realize that she's not your true love, Honey. That woman can only trouble you, and the woman who will be your true love is only me because I am your first love, honey."

 

Cora laughed a happy laugh that sounded horrible to my ears, having said something that made me sick. I saw Damon gazing lovingly at her, his hand touching her cheek where it used to feel mine.

 

There's something tight inside here again, and I'm sick of remembering it. I hate it because when I remember the past, many loving words turned out to be pathetic lies that made me look stupid.

 

"I apologize for my tardiness. There was something urgent, and it was out of my control. I hoped to come on time and didn't want to keep you waiting." I said calmly, without any emotion at all. However, in reality, I wanted to say something hurtful to the man who was still my husband. Honestly, it's been two years since I was tired of Damon's apathetic attitude towards me. His cold and uncaring attitude made me feel meaningless in his eyes. Now, I'm resigned to whatever his decision is. I want to end all this immediately.

 

"After all the drama you've put up with to keep this marriage going, it's not impossible that you're now acting up again to try and prevent this divorce."

 

I smiled faintly to hide the tightness in my chest at my husband's hurtful words. "Take it easy, Damon. You don't have to worry. I no longer love you. My once passionate love for you seems lost and eroded in the past two years due to your attitude. Now that we are officially divorced, you can get married without any obstacles from me. Congratulations to you both."

 

I could see Damon's angry, glinting eyes glaring at me. His jaw was hardened. It was like he was holding back the emotions churning in his chest and wanted to be released. Then my gaze dropped to her hands that were clenched tightly next to her legs. I remained casual, as if what I said earlier was the truth.

 

"That woman is shameless. But it doesn't matter because our wedding is about to happen," the brown, curly-haired woman whispered to my husband.

 

I didn't care about her opinion at all and chose to continue walking towards the courtyard of the divorce center building to take care of our divorce immediately. I could hear the footsteps behind me following me into the courtyard.

 

Less than ten meters ahead, we would reach the lobby door of the divorce hall building. I didn't know whose cell phone was ringing until I heard a voice that turned out to be my husband's mistress talking to the caller. I didn't care and continued, almost to the glass door before me.

 

"What happened to my father?! Was it an accident?!"

 

I heard the woman's panicked voice, so I couldn't help but stop my footsteps and turn my head towards the couple. Damon looked worried about the woman, who had no idea what had happened.

 

"Cora, what happened?" Damon asked his mistress. Damon looks very concerned and tries to calm his lover down. I was instantly sickened by the couple's interaction.

 

"My father's been in an accident... he's hurt his leg badly. I need to go to the hospital immediately," said the woman, who was already sobbing this time.

 

"Alright, I'll accompany you to the hospital to see how your father is doing."

 

What? It's not that easy for them to go.

 

"Hey, you can't just leave like that. We're going through a divorce soon, and it won't take long." I prevented Damon from leaving to take Cora to the hospital.

 

Damon and the woman gave me a sharp look. The man looked angry at me for trying to stop him from leaving.

 

"You're so stubborn. You're very bad as a woman who doesn't have empathy for people who are in distress." Damon scolded angrily at me.

 

I couldn't help but be annoyed that he didn't have a heart. Does he say I have no empathy? Doesn't he realize that he has no heart?

 

"We'll be leaving soon, Cora." Damon soothed the woman, who nodded in response to his words.

 

"Even if you know that my father is lying sick and still unconscious, you don't care. It's completely different from your attitude towards that woman's father," I said softly.

 

Damon turned to me with his gaze still fixed on me. "Shut up. I'd be happy to know your father is dead."

 

After saying that painful sentence, they left this place. I didn't expect Damon to say that to my father. I can still remember how close they were.

 

Then, a white car slid smoothly in front of the street of the divorce hall building. I let them go with a broken heart. Without realizing it, my tears fell down my cheeks. Suddenly, I wiped it off quickly with the back of my hand.

 

I exhaled deeply, then looked up, staring at the four-story building where all the problems should have been solved. Now, they had to be delayed.

 

I chose to step out of the building. Perhaps I would go home to rest. It had been a tiring day, and my head was spinning.

 

I descended the stairs one by one, and suddenly my body swayed. It looks like my headache has gotten worse. I took some medicine from my bag, took out the contents, and swallowed it. I took a moment to close my eyes before continuing. After I felt my headache was decreasing, I continued my journey home.

 

The atmosphere this afternoon looked very bright. I chose to walk on the sidewalk, which then passed through a city park that looked shady. There were long chairs on each side of the road. I chose to sit for a moment to enjoy the atmosphere this afternoon while breathing in the fresh air.

 

My headache has eased a little. Maybe in fifteen minutes, I'll go back home to rest before the headache comes again.

 

"Addison?"

 

I turned my head towards the voice calling my name. A well-dressed man stood not far from where I was sitting. I frowned, trying to recognize his face.

 

"That's you, Addison. What are you do here?"