7 Chapter 7
Xavier stopped, a raw pain flashing across his face.
As I walked down the narrow, cobbled street, Xavier suddenly appeared, blocking my path.
His voice held a sorrow that sounded almost real, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
The Greek landscape was magnificent, and I chose to make it my new home. After securing a long-term lease, I settled into my whitewashed villa. It wasn’t large, but it was airy and perfect for a solitary woman.
My life here was quiet yet fulfilling. To bring some life to my home, I adopted a stray dog I
found on the beach.
Subsequently, I was in a car accident that took everything from me. The future I had just reclaimed was gone.
The dog, with its peculiar habit of chasing the waves, was named Kima.
I put more space between us, eyeing him with cold caution. “Stay away from me.”
I pulled out my phone and played the recording of Jennifer’s confession from my room at
the center.
“I leave for one day on business, and you disappear. You even left divorce papers. Have
you stopped loving me?”
“Miranda, wait. I didn’t go through with it. I couldn’t. You’re the only one who matters.”
Her presence infused my quiet life with new purpose. Her daily antics kept me busy,
constantly cleaning sandy paw prints from my floors.
“Miranda, what did I do wrong? Why are you doing this to me?” His voice was laced with
anguish, as if he were the wronged party.
At first, I didn’t recognize him. It had been three months since I last saw him, and his appearance was shockingly altered-gaunt, haunted, and a mere shadow of the powerful mogul I once knew.
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“We’re already divorced. Who you choose to save is no longer my problem. You should go back to Jennifer now. I’m sure the life you promised her is waiting for you.”
Upon seeing me, his hollow eyes lit up. He moved toward me, his arms outstretched as if to pull me into an embrace. But I flinched back, dodging his touch.
“Miranda, I found you!” he exclaimed.
Strangely, I felt a trace of relief as well. Perhaps it was for the best. A life tethered to a man who saw me as a collection of spare parts would have been an intolerable existence.
Yet I never expected Xavier would find me here.
During that time, I grieved so intensely that I barely functioned. Xavier, conversely,
seemed almost relieved. In retrospect, he likely saw the accident as the perfect cover from
the start.
“Oh, and next week, Xavier is taking me to Monaco. His ‘humanitarian trip’? It’s to finalize the arrangements for my private transplant surgery. He’s saving my life.”
His explanation felt like a cruel joke. I couldn’t help but laugh, a harsh, bitter sound.
“She… she told you everything?” he choked out.
Xavier’s face went white. He stared at me in disbelief.
“Do you think he truly loves you? He comes to me whenever he can. Even with me so sick, he can’t stay away. And by the way, on the day of your accident? He wasn’t in some board
meeting—he was with me at the hospital, holding my hand through a flare-up. He can’t live without me anymore. If you have any decency, you’ll grant him a divorce.”
It was clear he was still clinging to the hope that I didn’t know the full story.
With that, I turned to leave. But he grabbed my arm, his grip desperate.
It happened on a day I was heading to a local dive shop to inquire about chartering a
boat.
I put my phone away and said coolly, “Now you know why I left. Consider my signature on those divorce papers my final gift. Don’t ever contact me again.”
