Seven Years, Gone

Synopsis

The day I submitted the divorce papers to Yannick Aguirre, he looked up at me and asked, "Are you taking those photos with you?" I shook my head. The seven years I had spent with him had long since become a stain on the image he carefully curated for himself. Leaving them to gather dust in an empty house suited them better than letting them follow me out. When he saw how resolute I was, Yannick's eyes turned red. "Why?" he asked. "You won't even keep seven years of memories. Does that mean you don't love me anymore?" I looked at him quietly and said nothing. Once, I had screamed at him, demanding to know why he cheated. I had even reached my breaking point and slap the woman he worked with. That was when I loved him the most. And what did I get in return? A violent shove—and blood spreading beneath me. "A woman with nothing better to do thinks she has a say in my affairs? When I'm working hard to maintain my image as an executive, you choose to make a scene like some hysterical shrew and humiliate me..."