"Wouldn't having your grandma move here be more convenient?" I suggested.Matthew sat at the head of my bed. He scooped up a spoonful of cornflakes and brought it to my lips. "That's exactly what I think too, but Grandma doesn't agree. She's been in Southsville since she was young and doesn't want to leave, insisting she'll be buried there. "What she really can't part with, I believe, is the house. She had chosen it with Grandpa. For her, the house makes it feel like Grandpa is still around.""How's your grandmother doing now...?" I took the bowl to eat by myself. Matthew didn't try to take it back but set up a small table on the hospital bed. He said softly, "Grandma's wish has been fulfilled.""I'm sorry, I didn't know.""She passed away last winter. I laid her to rest next to Grandpa so that they could be together forever. I think that made her happy." Matthew was raised by his grandmother. He had a deep bond with her. He was enveloped in sorrow when he spoke of his gran
I told myself this as I headed to my room on the third floor. Despite the elevator in the building, I almost always took the stairs. One reason was that the floor wasn't too high, so it wouldn't be too tiring. Another reason was that I had hardly exercised in recent years, so I decided to treat the daily climb as a workout.Just as I turned into the stairwell, I heard someone speak in a melancholic tone, "How sweet and tender! How far have you guys gone?"I knew from the voice alone it was Helen. It was dripping with sarcasm."Where did this century-old green-eyed monster come from? It reeks of jealousy!"I turned around, fanned my nose, and made a face as if the smell was unbearable. This infuriated her, and she lost her composure. I burst out laughing after mercilessly teasing her."You little bitch, who are you calling old?" She tried to hit me by swinging her expensive little purse at me. I dodged, tickled her, and then ran upstairs.I was tall and had long legs, which
"Luna, I'm not telling you this to upset you. I just want to share. I like him so much. Why can't he see it? Especially since you appeared, he won't even give me a second glance. Do you think I'll never win him over in this lifetime? Should I give up?"I was put in a difficult position. How was I supposed to respond?If I said yes, it would inevitably hurt Helen. I didn't want to become the Lilac of the past, nor did I want Helen to become the me of the past.If I said no, I would only make things difficult for myself. It'd be like shooting myself in the foot.Matthew was a suitor I wanted to give a chance to. He was a former high school classmate who grew up with me and had liked me for many years. Encouraging Helen to continue pursuing Matthew would be absurd. It would also hurt Matthew's feelings."Well, I think you need to decide for yourself. It's difficult for me to comment on this," I said with some difficulty but absolute sincerity."Hmph, what's so hard about it? You don
"Luna is indeed a great woman. She's talented, beautiful, well-mannered, and gentle. But she's too clear-headed and cool. Are you sure you can win her over?""To be honest, I'm not sure. She's been my dream for over seven years. But I won't give up as long as there's a glimmer of hope.""Matthew, I mean no offense. I'm happy you've found a woman you truly like. But can you tell if what you're feeling now is persistence or true love?"I couldn't make out Matthew's response.They returned to the table and left me to linger in the corridor for a long time.Love across different social classes wasn't simple. I naively thought courage would lead to results. Yet, there were so many insurmountable challenges between him and me.It wasn't even ten when we went back. I sat in the car, sulking and silent.Matthew carefully observed my mood and asked why I was unhappy.I didn't want to hide my thoughts from him, so I asked, "Matthew, if your family doesn't approve of us, what will you do?
Matthew came to pick me up just after one in the afternoon on the day of the birthday banquet. He stood tall and handsome outside my apartment, saying he would take me to get styled. He handed me a long, rectangular, flat box from the back seat and urged me to open it. "This is a dress I had custom-made for you. See if you like it. If not, we still have time to buy another one.""Can't I wear my own clothes? Do I have to change into a formal dress?"Upon opening the box, I saw a pure black dress with a hint of silvery pearl luster. The knee-length dress combined conservatism with liveliness in its design. The material and style matched perfectly, making it beautiful and valuable.I didn't care for luxury goods and wasn't well-versed in them. But I could tell the value of the dress was significant, just from Matthew saying it was custom-made. It couldn't be less than 30 or 40 grand.His actions made me a bit uncomfortable.He kept saying he just wanted me to go as his companion,
Matthew sat on the couch closest to me. He stared at me without blinking. A gentle smile graced his face. His dark eyes were brimming with anticipation.His smile brought back memories of Matthew in high school.We were both 17 or 18 back then, full of youth and carefreeness. Our days were filled with heavy coursework. It was hard to find time to play.He always tried hard to follow behind me during the physically demanding laps in physical education class. Whenever I looked back, his beaming face was always there.Back then, he was chubby. One lap would be enough to cover his forehead in sweat and leave him heavily panting. No matter how tired, he persisted in running behind me.I was naive, always puzzled about why he insisted on following me despite barely keeping up.I understood later, but we had gone our separate ways by then.Watching him sit in the sunlight with a silly smile, memories of our youth halted the refusal on my lips. I found myself unable to speak.My indeci
Samantha whispered in my ear, her breath tickling me. "Luna, I'll tell you a secret. My cousin is a very straightforward man. This is the first time he's brought a girl we don't know to a formal occasion. I really like you. Go for it. I'm looking forward to you becoming my sister-in-law."I looked at Samantha in surprise. She nodded vigorously, confirming everything she said was true.Matthew was in a good mood. He shooed Samantha away. He stared at my flushed face and whispered, "Luna, you have no idea how adorable you look when you blush. It's like you have two red apples on your cheeks. I really want to take a bite.""Stop talking nonsense. I'm not gonna listen to you anymore." His words were tinged with inexplicable affection, which made me even more embarrassed.He watched my cheeks redden further. His laughter was muffled, making his steps lighter."Dad, Mom, I'm back." Matthew brought me to the living room with a smile.Several socialites and ladies on the couch smiled i
Before I could finish talking, a sudden noise from the corner of the living room attracted everyone's attention.A middle-aged woman was helping a lady with a long dress up. "Be careful. Are you hurt?"Matthew glanced over at me and changed the topic. "Helly fell down. Lulu, we should go and take a look."Without saying anything else, he took my hand and led me over. He stood beside the middle-aged woman and kept a distance of two steps away from Helen. It was quite a gentlemanly move.When his mother saw us holding hands, a look of disgust appeared on her meticulously made-up face.The rising annoyance in my heart made me want to throw something at her annoying face."Helly, is it serious? We have a family doctor." Matthew bent down slightly. His concern was expressed with impeccable manners, showing the etiquette that a host should have."Matthew, take Helly to the backyard for a check-up. Be careful with her," Matthew's mother came over and ordered Matthew while looking at He
Luna furiously scolded me, asserting that I didn't deserve Queenie's love and that Queenie had been blind to my true colors all those years. Driven mad by desperation, I chased after Queenie, determined to tell her I was wrong and plead for another chance to prove myself. However, the young man intervened, delivering a swift and punishing combination of punches and kicks that knocked me to the ground. Humiliated, I struggled to get up and fight back, unwilling to lose to another man.Despite his youthful appearance, the look in his eyes as he glanced at Queenie was undeniable. It was a blend of love, desire, and possessiveness only a man could understand.I was consumed by the thought that he wasn't worthy of my precious Queenie's love.Nevertheless, my body felt heavy and powerless. It was as if the strength had been drained from me. The blows rained down on me, bringing with them a strange sense of relief amidst the pain. Part of me yearned for him to kick me harder, inflict
I wanted nothing more than to run to Queenie, to hold her tightly and tell her how much I missed her during those endless days apart. I wanted to kiss her deeply and feel the warmth of her embrace. I called out, "Queenie, I'm here."Seeing me seemed to jolt Queenie from her joyous state, replacing it with a vacant expression. Mere moments before, she had been smiling brightly, her eyes aglow with happiness. Now, she appeared lost, her initial elation dissipating into a blank, unresponsive gaze.I couldn't understand why she had turned so distant upon seeing me. The love and joy that once shone in her eyes were nowhere to be found. As I observed her, I wondered if our time apart had caused her to forget. Or perhaps the events of the past had wounded her so profoundly that she had stopped waiting for me.The thoughts terrified me, and I dared not ask for fear of confirming my suspicions. All I wanted was to hold her, kiss her, and tell her how much I missed her. Yet, it seemed tha
I had no interest in Daniela's pregnancy, so I kicked her out of the house. My friends came to console me, each expressing their sympathies with a drink because they didn't know how else to comfort me.The money I had sent to Queenie's account was quickly returned as the account had been closed. Her phone number became unreachable, and when I sought her at her parents' home, I found the elderly couple waiting anxiously for their daughter's return. I lost not only Queenie but any connection to her. I grew disinterested in everything, neglecting my company and spending my days in a drunken haze.Then, my uncle came. We drank through the night as he shared tales of his hardships, the painful memories of his mother, and the years he spent alone, suffering.He said, "Everyone has their fate, Flynn. And choosing one thing often means losing another. Just as you've chosen to fight for the family business, you've sacrificed a part of yourself. But you must rise and fight me with all you'v
Queenie would then jump off the cliff, leaving me to jolt awake in a cold sweat. I endured each twilight in my hopeless vigil, counting down the days.On the 75th day, the door finally unlocked. I stepped outside and realized that this was the neighborhood where Queenie and I lived. All this time, we had been mere yards apart.My mom truly knew how to break a person's spirit. All I had to do was lift my head to see the pomegranate tree planted in our yard.I stumbled toward our home, my wounds screaming as I desperately called for Queenie. But the immaculate house stood eerily silent, echoing my footsteps like thunder.Except for Queenie, every possession remained meticulously in place—the exquisite clothes, expensive jewelry, and designer cosmetics.Queenie was gone, and the thought of losing her drove me into a frenzy.I collapsed in the middle of the room, sobbing uncontrollably. Regret consumed me. I should have never let my family's threats manipulate me and left Queenie to
I clenched my fists, barely resisting the urge to rush over to Queenie's side. All I wanted was to embrace her and whisper assurances that I would protect her, always. But I knew I had no right to do so.My dad's threat hung heavy in my mind, and the stares of Daniela and her mother bore into Queenie like daggers. One wrong move or word and those blades would descend upon Queenie, cutting her to shreds.The pain was unbearable. I felt sorry for Queenie. I was powerless and couldn't help her. With all my heart, I wished for her to stay strong and survive. She deserved better than me. Daniela's mother slapped Queenie, calling her a whore and a homewrecker, accusing her of seducing other people's boyfriends.Queenie stood rigidly, her gaze filled with humiliation. Her lips trembled, and the light in her eyes gradually faded.I winced in agony but held myself together, picking up Daniela and walking away.Countless times afterward, I berated myself for choosing to take Daniela away
We both knew the truth—neither of us could cross the chasm that had formed between our hearts.After that, I went home almost every day. We managed to maintain a semblance of normalcy in our day-to-day lives. We prepared sumptuous dinners and tended to our garden. I even considered adopting a pet to keep Queenie company while I was away.However, no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't rekindle the warmth we had once shared. Queenie hardly smiled anymore. No matter what I did to cheer her up, she would only give a half-hearted smile, her eyes remaining cold and distant.I knew something had transpired during our separation, but she refused to discuss it. My attempts to uncover the truth through private investigators were in vain. Any evidence had been meticulously erased.Eventually, I realized Queenie was simply biding her time, waiting for the moment when she would be forced to relinquish all hope and leave.A month later, my mother joyfully told me that Daniela was pregnant an
I grabbed a brush from the bathroom and scrubbed myself furiously, desperate to wash away the overwhelming sense of filth. Even as the rough bristles tore into my skin, drawing blood and causing searing pain, I felt no closer to feeling clean.My mind was consumed with thoughts of Queenie and the nearly five years we had spent together—the happy moments, the arguments, every single memory.At that moment, I realized I was terrified. Never before had I experienced such abject fear. Knowing Queenie's uncompromising stance on love and fidelity, I knew she would never forgive me once she discovered my transgression.She would undoubtedly turn and leave, heedless of any pleas I might make. I probably wouldn't even have the courage to ask for her forgiveness in the face of her justified anger.I regretted everything. If I had listened to my friends and taken Queenie away from all this, none of this would have happened. But I had hesitated. Even now, I couldn't be certain if my hesitati
Yesterday afternoon, my dad called and demanded that I make a decision within two days, or they would take action.I felt cornered because I genuinely didn't know how to talk to Queenie about this. The mere idea of her packing her belongings and leaving, accompanied by the unspeakable anguish it would inflict upon me, was a burden too heavy to bear.I wasn't sure if I could ever have a semblance of normality in my life again after that.So, I gathered some friends to drink with me. I drank heavily because I had made a decision—a disgraceful, heartless decision. The thought of what I would have to face the next day made life seem hopeless, so I drank even more.Before losing consciousness, I handed my car keys to my assistant, using my last bit of clarity to tell him to take me home no matter what state I was in.Even if it meant returning to the Hayes family's residence, he should not leave me out on the streets. Despite the imminent breakup, I wanted to part ways with Queenie in
My mom proved to be even more ruthless than my dad. She found me, dropped to her knees without a word, and begged me. She reminded me of the years they had spent raising me, pleading that I ensure they wouldn't be left without a sense of security in their old age.In essence, they were pressuring me to abandon everything. I was to pursue money and power for their sake, secure the Hayes family's head position, and ensure our grip on wealth and influence. Their priority was maintaining their luxurious, elevated lifestyle. My happiness, my desires—whether I even wanted those things—meant nothing to them. Sometimes, it felt like I was nothing more than a tool for achieving their ambitions.My dad told me bluntly that he would go after Queenie if I didn't comply. He said, "You're right. I'm incapable of outmaneuvering your uncle. But no matter how incompetent I am, I can easily make Queenie's life in Harveyton unbearable."To be honest, that day was the coldest my heart had ever felt