-Iris' POV-

Shattered glasses are everywhere. Papers are torn, books at the floor - his whole office room is a mess. Blood from my wound in the palm is trickling down my fingers, maybe I got it from picking up the broken picture frame of us. But I could not even feel the pain from it, all I can feel is the pain from my heart. It felt like someone is tearing it apart into pieces to the point where I couldn't breathe properly. Tears are swelling from my eyes too. It looked like sapphires as the moonlight hit my face. He just stood there, stern and cold which made it even more gut-wrenching for me. His obsidian eyes pierced through me, what is he doing? Is this really how it's going to be???

At this point, my tears kept on flowing down from my eyes. I couldn't stop it. All I can feel is pain, regret, and anger. Is he cheating on me? Why the hell does he even want a divorce. But I guess I should've seen this coming since he had already drifted away from me ever since. I thought it was the stress from work that made him like that, like this! I wanted answers from him, but he just hissed at me.

I can feel my hands forming into a fist as my anger continues to take over my emotions.

I slammed my hands on his table as I continue to long for his answer. Every second makes it painful for me. Please answer me, Maverick..

I can feel a lump at my throat, and I can feel my eyes watering again. I just looked at him with pure pain and disappointment. I backed down a little from him as I process his answer.

I looked at him with shock. "Then die." those words echoed in my mind. I don't know what to feel, but all I could do is agree.

I signed the paper, and slammed his office door shut. I ran through the hallway, it felt endless and I felt weak, vulnerable. I hurriedly ran to our bedroom to process everything.

As everything started to sink in for me, I felt myself drifting away to sleep. All I could feel was the still and coldness of the night. Maybe sleeping this off would make me feel better the next day.

-The next day-

I can feel the warmth of the sun hit my face. A ray of it passes through the window, it was comforting, at least. I tried to feel him beside me, but the bed was already empty cold. As I was staring at the empty bedside, I remember how I used to embrace him at this hour. It was my source of warmth and energy every morning, but the thought of it only pains me now. I could feel my eyes swelling again but I just took a deep breath and tried to accept the fact that we already drifted away from each other.

I wore my robe, and went out the bedroom. While I was walking at the hallway, I saw a huge picture frame of us. This frame holds our wedding photo. I placed my hands on the picture as I yearn for him. I felt the smooth surface of the photo and it made me remember how happy we were at that time. I can still hear the faint laughter of ours. I remember the strong woody yet sweet perfume of his as we slow danced at the middle of the ballroom. It was one of the sweetest memory I had of him. But I guess good times come to an end. I removed my hand from the photo and continued walking.

I arrived in the kitchen and the house helpers already prepared a meal.

As they saw me, they left the room, so I can eat alone. I sat down on the chair and looked at the food. I had no appetite, but I convinced myself to eat, even a little. After eating, I went back to our bedroom. I grabbed suitcases and luggage from the closet, and started to pack my clothes and other stuffs. I arranged them neatly and as I finished, I called Leilah, the maid who became my mother figure, to help me bring down my things.

After taking a bath, she helped me do my hair. Her touch is as comforting as it always had been.

I looked at the mirror as she brushed my hair.

As I was about to speak, I felt a huge lump at my throat and started sobbing. Leilah's expression softened and hugged me.

She gently pats my head as she comforts me. At least I have one person who still cares about me, her. I cried in her arms 'til my tears dry. She never complained, all she did was comfort me.

She escorted me outside the mansion, she never left my side. A black car was waiting for me at the driveway. Before I went in, she held my hands and gave me a piece of paper and a key.

She smiled at me, and helped me get on the car. I waved goodbye at her and she did the same. As we left the villa, I told the driver where I was supposed to go.

I arrived at her house, and it was peaceful there. I felt the warm breeze as it hit my face.

As I was sinking into my thoughts, I snapped back to reality, and followed the pathway to her house. I opened the main door with the key she gave me. I heard the click sound and swung the door open. Her house was neat and all furniture are organized. I entered the sala, and placed my shoes at the shoe rack. Furthermore, I remembered she told me that the guest room I will be using is at the first floor. I checked the rooms and finally saw the bedroom I will be staying in. I placed my suitcases and luggage there. After that, I sat at the bed, it was soft and the scent was like old yet fresh.

I changed into my house clothes and laid on the bed. All I can think about was him. Does he really mean all those things? I hugged the pillow beside me tightly and shut my eyes to stop the tears that are forming.

It was quiet. If I did not marry him, would I be a doctor now? Would I still have good relationship with my parents? Does loving him means that I should sacrifice everything?

But what does it even matter now? He disowned me like my parents did. He doesn't even care anymore at this point. As I was fidgeting, I felt my wedding ring still at my hand.

It was already 4PM, I think I should be making dinner now. I gathered my last bit of strength to stand. I went to the kitchen and made dinner for myself.

After eating, I did simple house chores. It is a way of saying "thank you" to Leilah after all. I must take care of her house. I was done cleaning, the house was neat again. I took a shower since I kind of smell. After showering, I wore comfortable clothes on and went on the sala to watch some TV.

I sat at the white sofa, it was so soft. As I was watching, I felt a pang of loneliness within me.

I just placed a blanket around me and hugged a pillow to ease my loneliness and pain, even just a little. My eyes never looked away from the screen, but my thoughts are really distracting me.

-The next day-

I exited the cab and closed its car door.

I stood before the company he works at. It was his building, he is the Founder and President of it after all. I was there to support him when this company was only small, but look at it now. I mustered my courage and started to walk at the pedestrian lane. I was at the waiting shed and the building was across from here. So, obviously, I needed to cross the road.

*beep beep*

I looked at the direction where the lights are coming from. It was from a rushing SUV, it seemed like its breaks are broken. The other people crossing on the pedestrian lane started to scram away, but I just stood still there.

I couldn't move, but as the lights of the car kept getting nearer, I got a sudden flashback. I saw a car, like this also rushing towards me, yet the surroundings that time was rainy, and it was night. I was in my thoughts then - CRASH!!!

I opened my eyes and all I can see was the blurry visions of people gathering around me. I cannot stand, and it felt like blood is spilling everywhere, my blood. I tried to look around but my head was killing me from pain. The SUV hit the shed too, but the driver looked okay, it seems like he is suffering from minor injuries. He even tried to go near me to help, but a man pushed him away.

"Iris!" I can only hear the faint sound of the man's voice. I felt his arms wrapped around me, he then cupped my cheeks. "Don't just stand there! Someone call an ambulance!" I can't see his face, all I see was the blood slowly eating my vision away. The pain and state I am in is killing me. Every time I try to breath, it is getting harder and heavier. Is this really the end of me? I still want to live, live my life to its fullest. I felt my eyelids getting heavier every second, and I think I know the worst thing will already happen. Maybe, in another life, I'll have the love I deserve from my parents, especially Maverick. Maybe in another life, maybe. After all these thoughts, I shut off my eyes.

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As I jolted awake, my bedroom door busted open and as I saw who it was, my eyes widened.

It was my mother. YES, MY MOTHER! But, how?! I stood up from my bed and hurriedly went to the mirror. It was me! My younger self!

She sat at my bedside concerned.

She raised her one eyebrow at me with a mix of concern.

OH MY GOSH! Did I time travel? Well this is cool! Seeing mom for the first time again made me tear up. It was my life but from 19 years ago. Did heaven give me another chance to live my life? If so, I will not be wasting it again in this lifetime. My mother saw me crying, and she immediately engulfed me with a hug. I forgot her scent, especially her warmth, and experiencing this now again made me hug her back tighter.

She asked me as she pat my head and put a strand of my hair behind my ear. Seeing her face again made my heart ache and happy at the same time.

I said as I buried myself into her again.

She continued to pat my back until I calmed down.

I technically forgot I had to go to school again since I am in my 18 years old body. And I just unluckily time traveled to the time when my first day at college starts. Whoever is responsible for this phenomenon could have at least pick a day when it is summer break or just even a random day, not just when my first day at college starts!