Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife-Chapter 45 - 52 Just for her cant stop loving (3)
Chapter 45 -52: Just for her, can’t stop loving (3)
Chapter 45 -52: Just for her, can’t stop loving (3)
Despite my unreasonable demand for a mango – a fruit forbidden in the Smith family – my father doted on me so much that he allowed it.
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——On X year, X month, X day, my world was flipped upside down. It was my eighteenth birthday, the day of my adulthood ceremony, when both my dear parents departed from me. They were on their way to pick him up from school. It was all my fault. I should have asked the driver to bring him instead. I insisted that they accompany me to pick him up so they can meet him.
——On X year, X month, X day, I was expelled to the United States by my grandma, carrying a child. I had never engaged in any sexual activity, I had been set up. No one believed me. I asked the doctor, wondering what this phenomenon could be. The doctor suggested the possibility of artificial insemination. I didn’t understand, so I surfed online for more information, only to understand that a machine could inject a man’s sperm into a woman’s uterus. I suppose this is how my child was conceived.
——On X year, X month, X day, I felt the baby move for the first time. Amid the American solitude, it was the first warmth I came across. I began talking to my baby daily, sharing beautiful stories avoiding the one about how my parents were wrongfully killed. Instead, I voiced the story of my love for my male god, a love story fueled by destiny.
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There were many letters underneath, but Isabel Smith couldn’t bring herself to continue reading them. She felt a heavy sadness in her heart, as though something was stuck within, making her struggle for breath. Her eyes were filled with a misty layer of emotions, but she held it in, not letting them turn into tears rolling down her cheeks.
She put down those cards and picked up a tattered and somewhat dirty five-dollar bill lying next to them. It was the same five dollars she once had to repay a teenager she once met and instantly fell for. He threw it into the trash can later, and she had kept hold of it.
As Isabel clutched the five-dollar bill, her fingers began to tremble wildly.
How she wished that she could hold hands with him until old age. Unfortunately, she did not even know his name, had no photos of him, let alone know the grade he was in, or what he studied. As time was long and eternal, his facial features had started to fade from her memory.
Therefore, she had no clue how to find him. Besides, she had more pressing matters to deal with now.
Her parents’ blood feud was not something she could overlook. As their child, she had to seek justice.
The warm, dazzling and youthful boy from her life, had parted ways with her permanently.
From the moment she came back from the United States and sought out Percy Stanton, she had already committed to a path of no return.
The contract she had just signed made this clear. There would be no turning back.
Upon these reflections, Isabel inhaled deeply, picking up a pen from nearby. Lightly, she began writing on a card:
——”X year, X month, X day, in ‘A Tale Odyssey,’ Lady Purple Cloud said, my ideal man is a world hero. One day, he will come to marry me riding on a rainbow cloud. I fantasized about such a dream until I realized that I’m just like Lady Purple Cloud, we guessed the beginning of the story correctly but got the ending all wrong. Goodbye, my love.”
As Isabel finished the last stroke of her pen, a tear fell gently onto the card. Bowing her head, she pressed her lips against the five-dollar bill, whispering softly, dripping with affection, “Do you know? I once loved you.”
Yes, once I did, and it ended just a while ago.
Holding back her tears, Isabel carefully placed the five-dollar bill and cards into the Peninsula Iron Box, locked it, got up, and put the box into the bottom drawer of the wardrobe cabinet.
