Waking Up from Anesthesia, I Signed the Divorce Papers novel Chapter 10

Michael took my silence as a good sign. 

He thought I was forgiving him. 

Back home, he started showering me with extravagant gifts and grand gestures. 

Flowers, presents—every day, they showed up at my door. 

So did he, knocking, waiting, trying to get a response. 

After all, we had ten years together—three dating, seven married. 

He knew exactly what I liked. 

But I didn't react.

I didn't accept, nor did I reject. 

I treated it all like empty air. 

Flowers, no matter how beautiful, wither. 

Gifts, no matter how expensive, don't mean love. 

And no matter how hard he tried, he was still a cheater. 

As my strength returned, I started reaching out to old contacts. 

Before I married Michael, I had my own company. 

But I also don't doubt that he's long since grown tired of me. 

All this pretending? 

Keeping up appearances? 

It was exhausting for him. 

Hell, it was exhausting for me too. 

And sure enough, after two weeks, the gifts kept coming… 

But he stopped showing up.