‘I beg your pardon?’ Matilda was frozen, and her eyes\nwidened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Matilda gave a\nwry smile. She felt like crying, but no tears were coming out from her fatigued\neyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Oh, dear. It must have been tough for you in the past\nten years.’ Jeanne cuddled her. Despite the kindness and affection, Matilda was\nstill immersed in acute sadness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘This is my son, Charlie. Charlie, say hi to auntie\nMatilda’, said Jeanne, trying to distract her from her thoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Hello, auntie.’ a white boy with blonde hair, wearing\na sky-blue shirt and brown shorts spoke softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘He’s such a cute little boy, isn’t he?’ Jeanne said, with a broad grin. She put her hands on Charlie’s shoulders. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Yes, he is… Jeanne, would you mind giving me the\nnecklace? I can sell it and give you 500 francs.’ Matilda snapped out from\nzoning out, asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Certainly, you can. You can have the whole necklace, darling. Come with me.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Matilda sold the necklace. She got 5000 francs since\nthe necklace appreciated. Matilda sat alone on a fusty and dusty green sofa,\nlooking at the windowless and cramped apartment she and her husband were living\nin. She made a decision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hours later, Mr. Loisel came home from work. Matilda\nwas not in the house. However, he found a letter on a table. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘It’s me, Matilda. When you read this letter, I am\nprobably in some other cities already. Yes, I left.’ The letter mentioned what\nhappened that day and continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Thank you for taking care of me all these years.\nNevertheless, I don’t love you. If you were rich enough, I could have lived a\nhappy life, having parties, wearing fancy clothes. Now I look 50 while I am\nstill in my 30s. I am going to live my life the fullest without you. I left you\n1000 francs on the table. Goodbye.’ <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mr. Loisel sighed. He did not see this coming but he\nknew what kind of person his wife is. At least his life would be easier with\n1000 francs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the same time, Matilda was laying on a king-size bed in a hotel room somewhere, thinking about how great her future would be. We don’t know what happened to her nor Mr. Loisel. I wish they had the life they wanted.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
'I beg your pardon?' Matilda was frozen, and her eyewidened.<\/p>
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Matilda gave wry smile. She felt like crying, but no tears were coming out from her fatigueeyes.<\/p>