Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 16

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 16

My own eyes began to sting, but I held the tears back.

“Dad, I’m sure about this.”

“You can’t spend your life in a relationship with no future.”

“I’m doing well now. Living alone feels… easy.”

My father looked at me, his eyes still red, and finally nodded.

“Alright. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

“If anything happens, you tell me. The company is stable now. I can still take care of my daughter.”

I smiled.

“I know.”

After dinner, I stayed until evening before heading back to my apartment.

My mother tried to press a credit card into my hand, insisting it was from her personal account and that I should take it.

I refused, gently pushing it back to her.

“Mom, I really don’t need it. Keep it for yourself.”

She sighed, unable to argue, and took it back.

As I drove away, I watched my family’s house grow smaller in the rearview mirror, and a warmth spread through my chest.

No matter what happened out there, the people in that house would always be on my side.

***

Living alone was blissfully quiet.

Every morning, I went for a run along the beach. When I got back, I’d make coffee and sit on the balcony with a book.

In the afternoons, I’d sometimes go shopping, or just stay home and watch movies.

At night, I’d be in bed before eleven, scrolling through my phone for a bit before falling asleep.

That peaceful routine lasted for half a month.