Yohan's Diary [BL] 2

Continuation***

Matthew Kingston

Sign the divorce agreement by tomorrow

Just like that. Like we’re closing a business deal instead of a marriage.

My mouth goes dry.

Yohan Victor

Tomorrow? That’s all the time our three years are worth to you?

He doesn’t even bother answering.

His phone vibrates on the table. He glances at it—and the corner of his mouth lifts, just slightly. I know that look. I’ve seen it in the mirror when I thought I was the reason.

He tucks the phone away, but not before my stomach twists with the certainty: her.

Matthew Kingston

I have to go *standing*

Matthew Kingston

My lawyer will explain everything tomorrow.

I watch him adjust his cufflinks, smooth his expensive jacket. He looks perfect, polished… untouched by the wreckage he’s leaving behind.

Matthew Kingston

Don’t wait up

I sit there alone, staring at the untouched cake between us. I’d imagined we’d cut it together tonight, maybe laugh about our first anniversary when I burned the steak.

Instead, I’m memorizing the sound of him walking away.

Tomorrow, a lawyer will come. Tomorrow, I’ll be expected to put my name on a piece of paper that erases everything.

But tonight… tonight, I’m still Mrs. Kingston. And the silence feels heavier than the title ever did.

I’m about to stand, maybe just to walk until my legs give out, when my phone buzzes. Instagram.

I swipe it open without thinking, and there it is—

Your painting has sold.

For a moment, the heaviness in my chest loosens.

Yohan Victor

At least I have this *I murmur to no one*

Proof that something I made with my own hands has value. That I’m not completely useless.

I’m about to switch the phone off when another notification catches my eye. A post.

My thumb hovers over the screen, but curiosity wins.

And then my heart stops.

Matthew

Standing on a rooftop under a sky scattered with city lights. His arm wrapped around a woman in a soft embrace.

Her face tilted toward him, smiling like she’s the only one who’s ever known him.

The caption reads: With my beloved, watching stars.

The name beside the post punches me in the gut.

Ellin Davis.

My step-sister.

My grip tightens on the phone until my knuckles ache. The world tilts slightly, and I wonder if it’s the wine or just the cruel joke of the universe.

Of all the women in the world… it had to be her.

TBC

☆Ms.Lazy☆

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