June, 2020.
It's already a year after that painful event. Day by day went not so friendly for the first couple weeks. But slowly, I regained my right mind and since that, I'd continuing my life just well—or so that I thought.
Sometimes, there's numbness feeling in my heart. But I always brush it off. I vowed to myself to avoid him by any cost. I blocked his number, erased all the traces of I and him—I don't even want to call it as how it used to be, and moved out far away from him. The one who broke my heart. No, he scattered my already cracked heart. Into pieces. For whom? Someone else. That woman.
Now, here I am. Rachel Witzbold, one of successfull businesswomen all over the world. I did my best, worked hard to build my empire from nothing to be powerful thing. I am a strong woman, the fact. And I won't let anyone hurt me at any cost. The last time I would get hurt is because the divorce with someone who I thought as ‘the one’.
Then again, I can't question the fate right? So that, I let it be. I let the flow guides me. Wherever it takes, whatever its end, I'll give it a go. Even if it's meant to confront him again. David Cortez, my ex-husband.
P.s [English isn't my first languange, but I just like it so much. So, please bear with grammaticals error in there and there. Enjoy my story.]
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The Heartbreak, The Goodbye, The Hello Again
General Fiction"I think, we can't continue this marriage. I am sorry, but I want to get divorce. I... loved-no, I mean, she'll always be the one. The true love of my life." He said that, without strutter, right in front of my face. So, is this really end of us? I...
