Yohan's Diary [BL] 3

☆Ms.Lazy☆

Disclaimer:: This story is Yohan POV

My phone feels heavy in my hand. The picture burns into my eyes.

Ellin Davis. My step-sister.

Memories claw their way up—memories I’ve spent years trying to bury.

Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]

Yohan

Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]

Your father… he’s bringing them into the house.

My mother once said, her voice trembling as she packed her last suitcase.

I was sixteen, standing in the doorway.

Yohan Victor

Them?

I asked, though I already knew.

Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]

The woman. And her daughter.

I stared at her hands, shaking as they folded clothes that weren’t even hers anymore.

Yohan Victor

But… what about us?

She tried to smile, but it broke halfway.

Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]

There is no ‘us,’ sweetheart. Not for him. He’s divorcing me.

Yohan Victor

And you? *My voice cracked* You’re just going to let him—

Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]

What can I do, Yohan?

Her eyes shone with unshed tears.

Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]

He’s leaving us with nothing.

Nothing. That’s what we had when we walked out of that house. No money, no home—just the bitter taste of betrayal.

And now, years later, the same girl who stood in the hallway of my father’s mansion like she belonged there… is the woman wrapped in my husband’s arms.

My chest aches in a way that feels older than tonight. Older than Matthew.

Yohan Victor

Why is it always her?

TOMORROW COMES

A man in a dark suit steps in.

Lawyer

Mr. Victor

He says with the kind of courtesy that feels like formality.

He sets a thick envelope on the table.

Lawyer

The divorce agreement. Please review and sign.

I flip it open. The words blur in places, but the number jumps out—50 million.

Yohan Victor

I don’t need it *I say flatly*

Lawyer

It’s part of the settlement.

Yohan Victor

I said I don’t need it.

My hand doesn’t shake as I sign my name. The pen scratches across the paper like a final nail in a coffin.

He watches me, and for a moment his gaze lingers—not on my hands, but on my face. I know what he sees: the eyes of a man already halfway gone.

Lawyer

You have no job, And nowhere to go. After your mother passed… where else will you go?

Yohan Victor

I can manage myself.

My voice is steady, even if my chest feels like it’s caving in.

He studies me for another moment, then just nods.

Lawyer

It will take thirty days to finalize. After that, go to the civil court to collect your divorce certificate.

Yohan Victor

Alright

He leaves, the door clicking shut behind him.

Thirty days left to be Mrs. Kingston in name. Thirty days left to pretend the last three years weren’t just a very expensive illusion.

TBC

☆Ms.Lazy☆

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