At 4, Mathilde and I began to leave. All the hard work and stress I went through, and not a single "thanks," or "I love you." She was hurrying as if she didn't want to be seen with me. We caught a ride home.
Buy it by the end of the week, and I drop it to 36000 ₣.
As we reached the apartment, Mathilde realized that she no longer had the diamond necklace. I searched everywhere for it. Work was at 10. I was overwhelmed with stress and pressure.
Give me a few more days...please.
A week passed. Police, newspapers, cab company all had no info. The necklace was gone. Father once told me that people like Forestier were the worst kind of loan sharks. Telling the truth was not an option.
New beginning. New Loisel.
A jeweller agreed on 36000 ₣ for a replacement necklace. My inheritance would be gone. We were bound to be in debt. Mathilde didn't say sorry. If only she wasn't so fixated on wealth.
Mathilde returned the necklace. The next decade was a nightmare. Our housing situation changed. I took multiple jobs, debt collectors threatened us. It was now that I truly questioned our marriage.
Today was the day we were debt free. Mathilde was out for a walk. I've worked so hard. She doesn't care about me anymore. Why should I? Fresh start. I left the papers on the table. Divorce papers.