The Tenth Reset Ended Our Marriage Chapter 09

The Tenth Reset Ended Our Marriage Chapter 09

“Just go.” I said

“Don’t ever show your face in front of me again. Every time you do, all I can think about is those disgusting thi

I walked around the counter, went to the door, and pulled it open.

Wind and snow rushed inside, making my whole body go cold.

“Get out.”

Evan went rigid.

He stared at me, as if he were still trying to find even the smallest trace of softness on my face.

There was none.

There was nothing there at all.

The light in his eyes went out completely.

Slowly, he straightened and walked out of the flower shop one step at a time.

But Evan did not leave.

He rented a place across from my shop.

Every morning, by the time I opened the door, the snow in front of the shop had already been cleared away

There was always a hot breakfast sitting outside the entrance

I never ate it.

I threw it straight into the tr@sh.

He never said anything

He only watched me from across the street

On days when the snow came down hard he would stand out there in it for hours

Sometimes he stayed there all day

I called the police once

When they questioned him he only pulled out our photos and said he was pursuing me

There was nothing the police could really do except tell him not to come too close.

And he really didn’t.

He just kept his distance, about thirty feet away.

He grew thinner and thinner, and he coughed violently all the time.

One day, he coughed up blood, staining the snow red.

I saw it through

dow, but I didn’t go outside.

If he wan

kind of self–sacrificing act just to move himself, that was his business.

he fourth year.

usually brutal.

eared for three days.

cleared the snow outside my shop.

breakfast appeared by the door.

I didn’t pay it much attention.

On the morning of the fourth

ocal hospital.

“Miss Yates, Mr. Holt ha

The voice on the

“He left a

te sheet.

you come.”

face was gray with death.

in life was gone.

sic desperation that had clung to him at the end

He had died of late–stage stomach cancer.

The doctor told me he had dragged it out too long. He had been diagnosed over a year earlier, but he refused tre

and refused medication.

He had died in agony.

A lawyer stood nearby and handed me a document envelope.

“Miss Yates, Ma

left this for you.”

I ope

transfer agreement.

is shares in Holt Group, every piece of real estate in his name, and even instructions designating

ndle his ashes.

ottom of the envelope was a letter.

front read: For Tessa, personally.

didn’t open it.

I looked at the man lying there.

Once, I had loved him with r

At a time when I tho

umbrella.

He had be

But

anyone again, he had been the one to stand in front of me with an

ear he would never betray me.

withstand fate, or his so–called illness.

pers and told the lawyer to liquidate all the assets and donate the money to the

ng with the authorization papers for handling his ashes, into the morgue tr@sh can

ter said.

ntance or love, it had nothing to do with me anymore.