I then left the wedding hall, dragging the rest of the wedding dress that had never been in my size
anyway.
The paparazzi immediately chased after me with a barrage of questions.
“Ms. Larcell, you’ve been with Mr. Nolan for years. Why did you both have a falling–out? Was it because of a homewrecker?”
“Ms. Larcell, could you please answer us directly?”
Maybe it was because I truly had feelings for him many years ago, but I stopped in my tracks to answer them. “We have been together for too long and have just grown sick of each other. I don’t know anything about a homewrecker. I’m not sure about that.
“I just hope that we can let each other go.”
This was the last and final time I was going to defend Archer’s image.
I could see him running out after me behind the paparazzi, as if it took him quite a while to process everything that just happened. I found it hilarious that he, a man who had never panicked in his life, suddenly looked lost and unsure of what to do next.
I could even see the longing in his eyes as he weaved through the crowd, calling out my name and asking me not to leave.
But it was too late.
“Archie,” I thought, “you should have known from the very first time you brought another woman to our bed that we would never share a future together again.”
I got rid of every last indication that showed I’d been living with Archer from my life. I had emailed him the divorce agreement a long time ago as well.
We had registered our marriage during our hardest and most trying days. However, now that we were finally doing very well, I had to personally end things between us both.
