I quickly found a towel and handed it to Winston. He took it to dry the water from his hair."I looked around everywhere but didn't see anyone suspicious. Are you sure someone was following you?" His head was wrapped in the towel, muffling his voice.How could I be wrong about the footsteps? It was so clear.I calmed myself and forced out a smile. "Well, maybe."Lunch was delivered about 20 minutes late. The delivery guy wiped the water off his face and sincerely apologized to me. Then, he eagerly asked for feedback on his service.He looked to be around 20 years old and had a young face. His eyes were filled with anxiety and unease, yet he courageously made his request to me."Sorry for being late. It's raining quite heavily…" He knew he was late and tried to explain. But he couldn't find a suitable excuse. Finally, he gave up and pleaded, "I'm not hoping for your praise. Just don't give me a bad review. My salary will be deducted for receiving a bad review. Please, Miss, I be
If Flynn was like Winston, willing to work hard for his own future, how could he possibly drift apart from Queenie?The painting I was working on was called Lonior's Peony. The entire composition was grand and magnificent, with gorgeous bright colors. It was one of my favorite designs in the Dreamlight project. That was why I exerted more effort than the two paintings before.After painting for a long time, my neck started to ache from fatigue. I looked up and saw that it was already pitch-black outside. The heavy rain had turned into a drizzle, streaming down the window glass slowly.The room was very quiet. Besides me, only Winston was still around. He was about seven to eight yards away from me.However, he wasn't painting. Instead, he was sitting in his chair, his arms folded over the back of the chair. He was resting his chin on his arm while staring at me without blinking.He was about six feet tall and had a slender body. He was in a white pants and shirt, which made him lo
The gaze Winston gave me was a little similar to Colin's, yet it felt different. It made me think, was he really going to confess to me even after being rejected? What was he thinking?When Colin looked at me like that, besides feeling shy, there was also a feeling of sweetness and anticipation.However, with Winston, I only felt a heaviness. It was like a rock pressing on my back. I felt uncomfortable, and even the air seemed particularly oppressive. I just wanted to escape.This should be the difference between loving someone and not loving them.I felt uneasy, fearing that Winston might pursue me relentlessly as Felix did.No, I had to leave this place.So, I began to pack up my things, hoping to escape from this oppressive place in the shortest time possible before things got out of hand."Uhm, I first saw you on the day of your registration for graduate school. You were wearing a light blue long skirt, had long dark hair, and a face that was more delicate than a painting. B
After finishing my words, I bravely lifted my head to look at Winston.Actually, I felt a little guilty for saying those words. But it was better to make things clear now after confirming that we had no future together. I didn't want to waste his time and effort. Not clearing things up and allowing things to develop haphazardly would be too cruel and not in line with my character.Winston's eyes suddenly turned dark. He looked at me intently for a while, as if he was confirming that I wasn't deceiving him. Then, tears started forming in his eyes. He tilted his head back and shook it forcefully."Alright, I'll give up. But even if we can't become lovers, can we at least be friends? Luna, I promise to be just a friend."He waved his hand and turned to leave after saying that, looking especially free and easy.When he turned back for a moment, I saw a glimmer of tears in his eyes.I could only sigh softly in my heart. Love was truly a painful thing. Fortunately, he hadn't gotten too
Colin noticed my mood changes and gently lifted my face to kiss my forehead. Then, he rubbed his cheek against mine and said apologetically, "Darling, don't be sad. I've saved up more than a month's vacation days. After getting the project up and running, I'll take you on a trip."You can take a look at some travel guides first and choose the places you want to go. We'll visit them one by one, okay?"What a load of crap.He said he had over a month's vacation days, but I was still in my second year of graduate school. I still had a lot of coursework to complete. How could I just take a month off to go on a romantic getaway with him?What a ridiculous suggestion. He just wanted to upset me.I pouted in dissatisfaction and said, "I'm not going. You can go by yourself.""What's wrong? If there's something bothering you, you have to let me know. We'll figure things out together. Don't keep it bottled up inside, okay?"What was there to be bothered about? It was just that he was busy
Still, I understood that a man should focus on his career and not on his relationship. In the end, the double date became the occasion where I was the biggest third wheel in the world.We visited every shop lot on the commercial street, hoping that we would find something impressive to buy for Julia.It was Queenie's first shopping trip in Jinovy. We were all very excited. When I saw how giddy she was when she looked at those beautiful dresses, I was convinced that she had finally moved on from Flynn. I was so happy for her.She found a good, high-paying job too. She worked very hard and knew how to do her job well. She had interpreted for several huge conferences and was commended by her superior. As a result, she received a lot of bonuses. One would say that she had become a successful businesswoman.As for me, thanks to Professor King, I had earned a lot of money too. I was now financially independent. And like all women, when I had money, I wanted to spend it all on shopping.
I put the statuette in my palm and admired it. It looked better in my hands than on the rack. And since I loved it so much, I was going to buy them for 5,000 dollars.Right when I took out my wallet to pay, Andrew stopped me. He haggled with the staff member seriously, and they finally settled for a price of 700 dollars.I was shocked. Was this how people haggled? Didn't she boast that it was made with the finest material and that it had great artistic value? Without Andrew, I would've shelled out the money like an idiot. Lucky me because I just saved 4,300 dollars!The heir of the Lambert family sure was a smart businessman. He knew how to save money too! I was so happy that I gave a thumbs-up. Queenie, who had always acted indifferent toward him, also peered at him appreciatively. Andrew was so elated by the attention he received.When the staff member packed the statuette and gave it to me, they lamented that they had never sold it at such a low price. They said that they had me
"Oh, look, Jasmine. Colin gave me this bracelet when I was at Lincoln University. I cherish it a lot since it was given by someone I love. I've never taken it off. I don't think I'll wear another bracelet no matter how pretty."Jasmine tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and glanced at my bracelet. Then, she uttered gently, "I know, but you don't find a bracelet you like every day. As women, we should rely on ourselves. We can't ask our boyfriends to pay for everything."If you're not financially independent, you'll be extra vulnerable even when you're married."I gritted my teeth, wishing so badly that I could sink my teeth into her. She was implying that I was poor and that I was leeching off Colin's wealth. I was infuriated. But I wasn't going to let my anger take the bait. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.When she provoked me, I had to keep my cool. If I lost my cool, I would be giving her what she wanted. So no, I would not give her what she wanted. I'd make her f
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