What Separates Me and You

Chapter 194 Forever Was So Short

Josephine felt as though she was sleepwalking. She didn’t recall walking into City Hall or what she did inside. She only knew that she was holding her copy of the divorce certificate when she exited the building. Lewis had already driven off while she was still in a daze, leaving her there as it rained heavily. She stared blankly at the document in her hand, feeling as though she had been living a dream all this while, and he no longer wanted her now that she had awoken from it.

Standing underneath an awning, she watched as the sky poured heavily after having been cast aside just like that. She didn’t cry, and it wasn’t because she couldn’t. The divorce certificate in her hand felt surreal, to the point where she couldn’t tell if she was awake or dreaming. She walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. A cold wind blew, carrying the raindrops under the awning and onto her face. It was when she felt the chill in the air did it occur to her that it was already winter.

Elysium had a rainy winter season where there would be frequent downpours daily. She had missed the arrival of the winter season while she was in a languid state. However, the void she felt reminded her that she had missed much, much more than just that. She sat helplessly by the entrance to City Hall, like an abandoned puppy, holding her divorce certificate. She didn’t even know where she could go.

A black Volkswagen stopped in front of her a short while later, and a man rushed out of the car. “Why are you sitting here all by yourself, Mrs. Alvarez?”

Josephine looked at him blankly. He looked familiar when she looked at him closely, but she couldn’t remember who he was.

“‘It’s me, Dr. Halliday. Do you still remember me?” Seeing the vacant look on her face, he waved his hand in front of her, but her eyes remained empty and confused. “You… don’t know who I am anymore?”

She stared at him for a long time but still couldn’t recognize who he was, so she weakly shook

her head to indicate such.

He sighed. “This isn’t good. Why has your condition deteriorated so quickly?”

He then rattled off. Her brows furrowed as she couldn’t understand anything he was saying.

he babbled, “It must be because of the recent hunger strike, self-harm, and the weight of your grief that has aggravated your illness. How

slightly at this-was he talking about her? A hunger strike, self -harm… why didn’t she remember any of it? Looking down at her wrist, she noticed the

undoing her

turned into a paste because of the fresh- flowing blood. It wasn’t hard to imagine that the cut

at her wound. He hurriedly went up and squatted down in front of her. “Why did you remove your bandages, Madam? It will get infected.” He chastised as he patted

with a conflicted expression on his face. He opened his mouth

what illness

head-she had

heavy sigh and was pensive for a moment before he explained, “You have a mental illness called Alzheimer’s. That’s why you don’t remember a lot of things. Don’t you have

head and

observing her current state; he realized it would be pointless as it was likely she wouldn’t remember any of it. “I’ll send you home.

was about to run. into the villa like she usually would when the doors slammed shut with a bang, locking her out.

Alvarez doesn’t know about your condition, Madam. Let me talk to him.” Dr. Halliday walked up

opened the door a short

are you looking

to see Mr. Alvarez. Is he

all and has asked me to clear it out. Oh, right. Are these yours, Madam? He said I can throw them out if you don’t come back to collect them.” She opened the door wider as she said this and showed them a pile of things in the corner.

was worried that