Chapter 4The Second Shot

I had studied painting since I was a child.

The attic on the top floor of our new house was my private studio.

In many lonely nights, I would sit in the studio, sketching Adrian’s features stroke by stroke.

I never showed them to anyone, and the studio door was usually locked.

I didn't know Adrian had been inside.

Heat rushed to my face, and I snatched the key back.

"Who let you in?"

Adrian countered, "Did you get my permission to draw me? I walked in and saw my face everywhere. It was disgusting!"

I clenched the key, my heart turning cold.

"Enough, Adrian. I was confused before, but now I see clearly."

I took a document out of my bag and handed it to him.

"What is this?"

"Something you've always wanted," I said.

A divorce agreement.

This was the first gift I decided to give him—and myself—after waking up.