I'm sorry, sunshine

17

"In the future?" Mon was silent for a moment. She knew it wouldn't come; it was quite impossible. There are only five months left now. "Let's see what will happen," said Mon with a small smile.

"Okay." Irin was ready to leave but was stopped by the sight of Mon's lonely figure. She gave Mon a hug and said, "I will be busy for a couple of days too. When things cool down, I will catch up with you. Take care, okay? It's going to snow soon. Even if no one's keeping you warm, you need to look out for yourself."

"Alright."

After sending Irin off, Mon cleaned the apartment before switching on her phone.

To her surprise, she found a missed call from Sam. She assumed Sam had called to discuss the divorce, but unfortunately, she wouldn't have time for that in the next few days.

Aside from Sam, Chloe also made a lot of calls to her. She called Chloe back, who picked up the call quickly.

Chloe sounded concerned. "Mon, why didn't you pick up my calls? I was worried about you. Do you need more money? I will transfer it to you."

"Mom, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Sam gave me some money. You don't have to think about me and my dad."

Still, Chloe couldn't shake off the image of Mon leaving in the rain. "Mon, where are you? I need to see you, and I'd like to make up for the years I wasn't around."

Mon replied flatly, "Mom, you wouldn't have disappeared for years without a call if you had cared about me, and you would have visited Dad when you came back if you still cared."

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I..."

"Mom, let's stay the way we were before. I'll take care of Dad. You never had a daughter like me, and I never had a mother like you," said Mon.

Rather than blaming her mom for making her feel ashamed in front of Joanne, she was angry at how her mom went abroad and never kept in touch.

When Mon was at her worst, Chloe was by Joanne's side, taking care of the daughter of another man. She couldn't blame her mom for the decision, but she would never let it slip.

After hanging up, Mon called her boss to quit her part-time job. Finally, she texted Sam, telling her to discuss the divorce another day because she'd be busy. No matter what the truth was, she and Sam were over. They'd never remain friends, much less rekindle the relationship.

When she was already sure her apartment was clean, she went to the hospital. Wan noticed that she came alone. Her shadows were elongated under the sunlight, which made her look more vulnerable.

She suppressed her feelings and asked her gently, "Are you scared?"

"No. I am ready when my time comes. I just want to tell you to please give me sleeping pills dissolved in plain water during my last day on this earth. Oh, by the way, are my health results for this month out?"

"Hmm, yeah. Do you want me to keep it, or do you want to keep it yourself?"

"Please keep it for me."

Mon is not busy for a few days; she is busy for a few months. She has to handle something before she is no longer in the world.

Mon called Sam to talk about divorce.

"Mon, where the fuck were you?!"
Sam had tried to locate her for the past two months. Instead of explaining herself, Mon said to her urgently, "Khun Sam, I will wait for you at the divorce court in an hour. Let's get a divorce quickly."

Before the meeting, Mon put on some makeup for a healthier complexion. She wrapped herself in layers of clothes for warmth and wore a beanie. Her health is not what it used to be; she is quite weak now. Her face was pale and lethargic.

"Mon, you can't leave the hospital yet. You just had blood drawn and stitches on your forehead, and your stomach hasn't recovered. You also often pass out these days! I want you to stop what you are doing now. If you want to know about her little sister, why not ask her?"

"Wan, I came out because I want to divorce her."

"Can't you do it when you recover a bit?"

"A bit?! It's impossible for that to happen, Wan. My health is getting worse day by day. I want to part ways with her while I still look decent. By the way, I won't waste my time anymore."

"Hmm. Please stay warm and quickly take your medicine if you feel pain. Don't hold back your pain; it could make you pass out," Wan advised.

Wan handed her a bottle of water.
"Okay,Wan."

"I will drop you off."

This time around, she did not turn down Wan's help. She was too preoccupied with getting the divorce done as soon as possible.

Checking her messages in the car, she came across one from Irin, whose boyfriend flew home in an attempt to save the relationship and even made a scene at her workplace. Irin had no choice but to take a long leave to avoid his harassment.

That explained why she was nowhere to be seen for the past few days. Much to Mon's surprise, Sam sent her a bunch of text messages as well, and in some of them, Sam threatened her with Melvin's wellbeing if she did not reply. Mon dismissed Sam's actions as her urgency in seeking a divorce, which she'd soon grant her. Mon turned off her phone.

When they arrived at the divorce court, Wan pulled over and held the car door for her, like the gentleman he was. In his eyes, she wasn't doing much better than she had days ago; she was as fragile as a porcelain doll.

"Please be careful. Slow down when you walk." Mon flashed her a grateful smile. "Wan, you're fussing over nothing. I will be careful. Don't worry."

Letting go of Wan's hand, she turned around and immediately locked her gaze with a woman seated in a black car across the street.

Sam's piercing gaze was fixed on her hand that had been held by Wan moments ago. The death stare sent a shiver down her spine, for she knew what Sam was capable of.