Betty's call ca through imdiately, and I had no choice but to turn off my phone.
After ending the call with Betty, I felt completely drained.
Staring out of the car window, it wasn't long before I saw Betty erge from the school.
There she was, clutching her high heels in her hands, running barefoot out of the school, tears streaming down her face.
A few scattered individuals were at the school entrance, but Betty's disheveled appearance still drew many curious glances.
The security guard stood agape, as no one knew why the famously beautiful teacher was in such a state, running out of the school barefoot and clutching her shoes, completely disregarding her image.
Betty ran straight to Michael's Accord, flung open the passenger door, and dove inside.
Less than a minute later, the car started, made a sharp turn, and ran a red light at the intersection, heading in the direction of my house.
Thinking back, Betty must have kicked off her heels in a rush, as running in them would have been cumberso.
In the final monts, with everything exposed, she just jumped into Michael's car and headed for ho.
The first instinct in a crisis is to think I was at ho.
But then I rembered sothing I had to do.
I started my van and headed to the office.
My mind was foggy, my limbs numb, and the van swerved erratically on the road, crossing into other lanes several tis.
When I arrived at the office, everyone had left for the day.
Even the security guard, who greeted , went ignored.
I went to my office, opened the safe, and took out the bag containing items Luna had given , including sothing that looked like a USB drive and so personal items.
I gathered everything and left the office key on my desk before letting the door lock behind automatically.
Leaving the office, I realized there was still one thing tying down—my parents' morial tablet was still at ho.
The situation was eerily similar to the last ti I was beaten up at the bridge, carrying my parents' morial tablet.
This ti, I couldn't leave it behind, regardless of whether Betty and Michael were at ho or not.
What else was there to care about or fear?
I started the car and headed ho again...
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Driving, my mind was a ss.
I didn't care what might happen when I got ho and faced Betty and Michael.
My brain was mush, and my ntal state seed to have collapsed.
As I drove into the neighborhood, I saw the black Accord coming towards .
The license plate was painfully familiar, and through the front windshield, I could see Michael driving, turning his head to say sothing to Betty.
Betty, sitting in the passenger seat, was covering her mouth, crying, possibly not even listening to Michael.
Since my van was often used for undercover filming, it had tinted windows that made it impossible to see inside from the outside, but I could see out clearly.
So as our vehicles passed each other, Michael and Betty didn't notice .
In that mont of crossing paths, my heart ached with a pang of reluctance.
I knew that might be the last ti I was ever that close to Betty.
Yet, she had no idea I was right there.
As we passed, Michael's Accord even swerved slightly to give way.
It seed they hadn't found at ho, so they hurried out again, and through the rearview mirror, I saw them heading towards my office.
Betty probably thought of ho first, and when I wasn't there, the office was the next logical place.
But she got the order wrong.
If she had chosen the office first, she might have found .
Perhaps it was fate.
I parked the car and slowly climbed the stairs to my apartnt.
Opening the door, the familiar scent hit .
It was all too familiar, only this ti, I didn't walk in on Betty and Michael together.
Turning on the light, I saw several ssy footprints on the floor—Betty and Michael's.
They had even searched the house without taking off their shoes, of course finding nothing.
I went straight to the back balcony and picked up my parents' morial tablet.
Then I took one last look around the apartnt.
This might really be the last ti.
Under the kitchen's warming cover was the breakfast Betty had made for that morning.
Looking at the photos around the house, including our wedding picture, my tears finally started to flow.
I really didn't want to leave.
The last ti I left ho, it was because I had walked in on Michael and Betty having sex.
That scene had shaken so deeply that I couldn't calm down.
Now, with no one to interrupt my solitude at ho, all my thoughts flashed through my mind, unleashing a torrent of emotions.
Tears mixed with the bitter taste of sorrow filled my mouth as I sobbed, sothing I hadn't done in many years.
My legs felt like they wouldn't obey , rooted to the spot, a deep part of unwilling to leave this ho.
After drying my tears, I took one last look around at the threshold of my ho, then closed the door which locked automatically behind .
Carrying my parents' morial tablet, I slowly descended the stairs, unsure how long I had been inside—maybe half an hour, maybe an hour.
Reaching the ground floor, I placed the morial tablet in my van.
Driving out of the neighborhood, I had just left when I spotted that black Accord again.
This ti we were far apart; I had turned a corner and it was behind , but it turned into the complex.
It seed Betty and Michael had not found at the office, so they returned ho, thinking it best to wait there in case I showed up.
I drove the van to a gas station and filled it up, then continued driving aimlessly.
Unintentionally, I found myself in a familiar row house area.
It seed fate had led here.
A realization hit —I still had things to sort out.
The house and car were in my na, and all our savings were with .
I wanted to leave without taking anything.
In the row house area, I found a typing and photocopying shop and drafted a power of attorney.
I also made copies of so docunts using my ID.
After handling these matters, I was conflicted.
If I delivered these docunts ho now, I'd have to face Betty and Michael.
Having already left, I didn't want to confront them.
Then I rembered the small courtyard.
I had a key, so I drove there.
The gate was locked, but I used my key to enter.
This was my first ti entering this courtyard from the front.
Everything inside was familiar, just like in the videos.
Looking at the sofa in the living room, I imagined Betty and Michael's passionate encounter there just hours ago, possibly still bearing Betty's warmth and fluids.
Thinking of this, I sniffed the air in the living room.
The doors and windows had been closed, so the scent lingered—a distinct sll of male hormones, a pungent scent unique to sen.
I hadn't witnessed their final monts together.
At that ti, I was alone at the school gate, anxiously hoping Betty would et on ti.
But she delayed, ignoring my requests, choosing instead to have her final encounter with Michael here.
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