Chapter 6

After staying in the hospital for a day, I was discharged.

I returned home to find the villa still empty and cold.

Derek hadn't come back. I looked at the tablet on the table but didn't want to open it again.

"Mrs. Wilson, please help me pack my luggage."

"Ma'am, Mr. Song, he... he still loves you in his heart, and you're about to..."

As Mrs. Wilson was speaking, my phone screen lit up.

I glanced at the euthanasia application form sent by Dr. Thompson and smiled, "Mrs. Wilson, if you still have any regard for our relationship over these years, please don't tell him about this."

Mrs. Wilson's words caught in her throat.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I... I really have no choice."

But I had already started packing.

I took out all the clothes Derek had bought for me from the wardrobe.

Only then did I realize they were all in dull black and gray colors.

As if in his heart, I could only wear such colors.

I thought of Aria again.

Her clothes, jewelry, bags, all came from Derek.

But over the years, Derek had never bought me a single piece of jewelry or a bag.

He would say, "What do you need those things for?"

I packed them all into a large box, planning to donate them to a charity before I left.

Halfway through packing, Derek came back.

He saw me holding several large boxes in the living room and frowned, "What are you packing for?"