I Took Off My Ring At The Abandoned Station Chapter 06

I Took Off My Ring At The Abandoned Station Chapter 06

I suddenly remembered something. 

It was three years ago when Nathaniel’s 

company hit a crisis and the cash flow dried 

1. up. 

He mortgaged the house, but it still wasn’t 

enough. 

I kept it from him and went to my mother to 

get the dowry money she had saved for me. 

Thirty thousand dollars. 

When I transferred it into his company 

account, I didn’t tell him. 

Later he found out and asked: “Where did 

this money come from?” 

I said: “Savings.” 

He looked at me without a word. 

I said: “Don’t feel pressured, just pay me 

back later.” 

He pulled me into his arms and held me 

tight. 

“Abigail,” he said, “I will never fail you for the rest of my life.” 

I remembered that sentence for three years. 

He remembered it too, but he remembered it 

backwards. 

When the plane landed, it was afternoon 

local time. 

I dragged my suitcase out of the airport; the 

sun was bright and the sky was blue. 

My phone vibrated. 

A message from Chloe Stevens: [Ms. Miller, 

the hotel is booked, I’ve sent the address. A 

driver is waiting for you at the exit.] 

I replied with one word: [Okay.] 

At the hotel, I checked in and went to my 

room. 

The room wasn’t large, but it was clean. 

I pushed open the glass doors, walked out, 

and sat on a rattan chair. 

The wind blew, carrying a floral scent. 

I sat there, watching the horizon, watching 

the sun slowly sink and turn the sea orange. 

My phone vibrated again. 

This time it was the lawyer: [Ms. Miller, the divorce agreement has been sent to Mr. 

Cross. No reply yet.] 

I looked at it for a few seconds and typed: 

[Noted.] 

Then I turned off my phone. 

I didn’t want to see Nathaniel’s response, didn’t want to know if he agreed, didn’t want to know what he thought. 

None of that mattered anymore. 

I stayed abroad for two months. 

In those two months, I did one thing- 

started over. 

Not starting a new relationship, but 

restarting myself. 

The Apex Solutions contract was transferred 

to my name. 

I registered my own company, and Chloe Stevens kept an eye on things back home. 

Apex Solutions wasn’t the only client; when I 

was making connections for Nathaniel, many clients got to know me, not him. 

They were willing to work with me. 

In two months, I signed four new clients. 

Chloe said over the phone: “Ms. Miller, on 

Nathaniel’s side… the company is about to 

go under.” 

I was sitting on the balcony drinking tea; my 

hand paused at those words. 

“Don’t tell me anymore. From now on, I 

don’t need to hear about him.” 

I hung up, held my teacup, and looked at the 

I suddenly remembered Nathaniel once 

saying that when we grew old, we’d buy a house by the sea and watch the sun rise and 

set every day. 

I had said “okay” then. 

Now I was by the sea, alone. 

It was good. 

Six months in. 

Chloe Stevens sent over a document–the divorce agreement signed by Nathaniel. 

Leaving with nothing. 

He had signed those terms. 

I stared at the scan of his signature for a long 

time. 

His handwriting wasn’t pretty, it was 

crooked, but every stroke was heavy. 

I used to tease him about it, and he’d say, 

“It’s my personality.” 

Chloe asked: Ms. Miller, how should we 

proceed? 

I replied: Just finish the legal process. 

I hung up and stood on the balcony, looking 

out at the sea. 

Six months. 

The sea was still the same sea, the sky still 

the same sky, and I was still me. 

But some things were different. 

An unknown number. 

I picked up. 

“Abigail.”