No More Love No More Hurt by Ciciya

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The amulet was returned, but it had been broken. Henry had filled the gap with gold and sent it back to 

1. me. 

I touched the amulet, my grandmother’s most precious possession, now marred. I felt a wave of guilt for letting it be damaged. 

Carefully, I put it away and began preparing to move. 

Henry had finally stayed quiet for a few days. As I packed up all my things, I came across a photo on the bedside table. It was the first photo of Henry and me. He was hugging me gently, smiling shyly, and in my hand was a box full of love notes he had made for me. As I held the frame, a piece of paper fell out. It read, “I finally married Wendy.” 

I realized he must have loved me once, but it was clear he didn’t anymore. I threw the photo frame into the trash can along with the other unwanted things. 

Henry showed up again, standing outside the building, clutching the photos I had thrown away. 

He yelled for me to come down, but my parents didn’t want to see him and asked the security guard to chase him away. But I felt there were things that needed to be said, so I went down. 

When Henry saw me approaching, his eyes lit up. The glass of the photo frame was broken, but he still held it tightly. 

He looked uneasy. “Wendy, why did you move all the luggage away?” 

I responded expressionlessly, “I told you, I want a divorce.‘ 

Henry’s face darkened. “I don’t agree. And you even threw away our first photo. Wendy, I can forgive you if you just come back.” 

Seeing that he still wouldn’t listen, I turned around and walked away. The time was almost up, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was the one begging for a divorce.