I See the Face He Truly Loves Chapter 08
Dominic finally signed the divorce agreement. He added an additional clause, stating that he would transfer five million dollars to me as compensation for the last 21 years.
I refused the money.
He also made another request, which was to give him three months before he submitted the divorce agreement for processing. He wanted to pursue me again.
Michelle sounded conflicted when she passed Dominic’s message to me.
“He said he owed it to you to properly pursue you. You were always the one chasing after him in the past. You chased after him from when you were seven until you were 28, so now it’s his turn to chase after you.”
“He can do whatever he wants,” I said.
The flowers showed up the next day.
A massive bouquet of red roses was left at the entrance of my studio, blocking the doorway.
The message on the card read, “Day One.”
I told the receptionist to return the bouquet.
Another bouquet was delivered the next day.
The receptionist informed me that Dominic had instructed the deliveryman to deliver the bouquet to the studio again after it was returned. She asked me what to do.
“Send it to the flower shop next door.”
The next day, the receptionist told me that the manager of the flower shop had a message for me. He wanted to thank Dominic because his continuous patronage was improving his business.
Dominic started to send other gifts.
I returned the handbags that he sent without touching them.
The message that was attached to the necklace box claimed that it was compensation for our third wedding anniversary. I didn’t even bother looking at it before asking the deliveryman to send it back to Dominic.
Dominic texted me, asking me if I could just take a quick look at it.
I didn’t reply, so he started showing up in person.
I was meeting a client that day to discuss a brand’s design proposal. My assistant entered the meeting room and informed me that Dominic was waiting for me in the lounge.
I told my assistant to let him wait.
The meeting lasted from 2:00 pm to 5:00 pm.
Dominic sat in the waiting area for three hours.
My assistant brought him water three times during those three hours, but he left the water completely untouched. Instead, he just kept flipping through my studio’s design portfolio, looking through it from the first page to the last page.
Dominic stood up when I walked the client out of the meeting room, still clutching the design portfolio.
“I’ve never seen any of the designs in this portfolio,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I missed you.”
“Well, you can go back now.”
I turned and entered the studio again, closing the glass door in his face.
Dominic stood outside. His reflection remained visible on the frosted glass window for about five minutes before he walked away.
He showed up again when I was done with work for the day and blocked me from entering the elevator.
“Five minutes, Cassandra. Just give me five minutes.”
I didn’t stop and headed toward the stairwell.
Dominic trailed behind me, abandoning the elevator. He followed me as I descended the staircase, one floor at a
time.
“What do I have to do to convince you to come back to me?”
I stopped on the landing of the staircase and turned to look at him.
“Do you still remember when we held hands for the first time, Dominic?”
Dominic was briefly stunned. A flustered glint flickered in his eyes before he answered, “When we were seven. I fell down at kindergarten and scraped my knee. You’re the one who pulled me back up to my feet.”
“You’re wrong. We were five when we held hands for the first time. You wanted to catch a butterfly in the park. You told me that there were flowers and pulled me along as you ran toward them. You didn’t manage to catch the butterfly, but you never let go of my hand.
“See? You never bothered to remember these things, but I committed everything to memory. I remember every little detail that happened in the last two decades.
“We were 13 when you peeled shrimp for me for the first time. You placed the peeled shrimp on my plate and didn’t have any for yourself. You told me that you liked me for the first time when we were 16. You did it while we were on the field, and your face turned so red after you confessed.
“You kissed me for the first time when we were 18. You did it behind the school building under the maple tree. We were 22 when you told me that you wanted to marry me. You went down on one knee in front of me. Your hands were shaking when you offered the ring to me.
“I was always the one who remembered these details. You were the one who forgot them.”
I pushed open the door and exited the stairwell.
It was very quiet in the basement parking lot. The only sound was the echo of my footsteps.
Dominic didn’t follow me.
That night, Dominic bombarded my phone with countless voice messages.
I didn’t listen to any of them.
He sent the last one around 2:00 am.
“I was wrong, Cassandra. I didn’t mean to forget. Give me another chance. I’ll remember everything that I forgot I’m begging you.”
Our chat was still lit up when I was done listening to the voice message. Dominic’s profile photo was still our wedding portrait.
I stared at the photo for three seconds before I deleted the entire chat.
