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Julian remained motionless, reaching for Sera’s hand. She pushed him away, wanting to take the intoxicated friend to the hospital. 

Another friend reminded her that the dinner was a farewell. They felt guilty enough to get into trouble, urging her to go home. 

her 

Sera turned to leave. 

“Sera!” 

Julian grabbed her hand in a panic. 

“Sera, where are you going?” 

The wound on his forehead was shocking; he looked pathetic and ridiculous. 

She tried to shake him off, but he held her tight, pulling her into his arms. 

“Tell me, where are you going?” 

His voice trembled, but she remained impassive. 

“Sera…” 

She finally looked at him indifferently. 

“It’s none of your 

business.” 

While he was stunned, she wrenched her hand free and walked out. 

“Sera!” 

He tried to chase, but was suddenly hit by a car. 

“Crash!” 

Sera turned, horrified. 

Since the accident, Julian had become withdrawn. He clutched their wedding photo and called her name all the time. People urged Sera to visit him, but she refused. What was the point? She was no longer his wife. 

One day, after refusing another guy, Sera was about to close the door when a voice rang out. 

“Wait.” 

Emily stood before her, her face etched with weariness. 

Sera offered her a cup of tea. Emily thanked her, then stated her purpose: she wanted Sera to visit Julian. 

Seeing the plea in her eyes, Sera hesitated. Julian’s mother had never liked her. This was the first time she’d seen such a look in her eyes. 

Sera tightened her grip on the teacup.“I’m done with him,” she said softly. 

“I won’t hate him. It’s the biggest concession I can make.” 

Emily looked a lot older than before. Thinking of her wheelchair–bound son, she said, “You were married for five years. He loved you so much. He even risked life for you.”