All Chapters of Last Winter, You Gave My Love Away: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Sure, I'll explain everything to the client," I said coolly. "Is there anything else?" Perhaps he needed something from me, because Matthew didn't seem to mind my frosty tone. Instead, he softened his voice, almost coaxing. "Nothing major, but after you've apologized to the client, swing by Vine Street and pick up a watch for me. It's a custom-made gift for Eva." The chill in my heart deepened. He knew perfectly well that the client's office was in Broker Street, a full 500 kilometers from Vine Street. Yet, he had the audacity to call it "on the way." That watch was his special, custom-designed creation. I had watched him sketch it with my own eyes. Back then, I had foolishly believed it was meant for me, a surprise for my upcoming birthday. I had even dropped hints about wanting a watch.It turned out the gift wasn't for me at all. It was for Eva. He never listened to me. Not once. Everything I'd told myself, every hope I'd held, had been nothing but my own wishful thi

The afternoon was meant to be filled with two conference calls, but my heart just wasn't in it. The weight of it all had me feeling drained, and so I did what I hadn't done in a while: I skipped out on work and headed straight home. The personnel department caught wind of my absence in no time and promptly alerted Matthew. As soon as I stepped through the door, his call came through. "Daphne, you're out of line! You leave work early without even an explanation? You don't want this job anymore, do you?" He unleashed a tirade, his voice sharp and accusatory. Funny, he'd skipped work more times than I could count, but I never heard a peep from him about it. After his parents passed, the only thing left to Matthew was a company teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. It was me—yes, me—who single-handedly saved the company after marrying him. Though I held the title of General Manager, it was far from glamorous. Every day I worked like hell for a salary that was a mere fraction of hi

I moved into my parents' old house.After they passed, I drifted through life like a mere shadow of myself, stumbling through the days until I met Matthew, when life suddenly began to have some semblance of meaning again.Now, returning to this house, the memories of my parents' time here flooded back—every room, every corner, alive with happiness from years gone by.I couldn't hold back the surge of emotions any longer. I cried, and cried, as if the tears could somehow ease the weight in my chest.Exhausted from my sobbing, I collapsed beside their bed and fell into a deep sleep. In my dreams, they were there, their faces full of tenderness as they gently stroked my head, just like when I was a little girl.I clung to them, pouring out my feelings of longing, my voice trembling with the need to tell them how much I missed them.Only when I promised to live a life full of joy, a life they could be proud of, did they finally seem at peace, leaving me in my dreams.The next day, I

When an old friend invited me to a gathering, I was in the middle of organizing my materials for an overseas job. I'd originally planned to skip the party, but then I realized that I might never come back from this trip. So, I agreed to attend. I knew Matthew would be there, but I didn't expect him to bring Eva along. The two of them had already gone public with their relationship, and it was clear that good things were on the horizon for them. I made up my mind: after the party, I'd find Matthew and bring up the divorce. This time, he might finally agree without much resistance. I sat down in the empty spot next to him, and our friends, noticing the way he was staring at me, teased us about how we were so close. I turned to look, and sure enough, his eyes were fixed on me. Next to him, Eva had a stormy look on her face. Her gaze was sharp, as though she could skin me alive with just a glance. I almost wanted to explain that we would be divorcing soon, but the words stuck in

Matthew blocked my path again, and in the midst of our little tug-of-war, his phone rang. It was Eva, calling. I snatched the phone right out of his hand, answered it, and switched it to speakerphone, all in one smooth motion. Her voice came through, thick with tears. "Matty, the wind by the sea is so strong. You promised you'd take me to the island for the New Year. Have you forgotten? Matty, if you don't love me anymore, then there's no reason for me to go on living." Matthew's face went pale as a ghost. He grabbed the phone from my hand, his voice shaking as he tried to soothe her, all the while shuffling toward the door. Before he left, he shot me one last look—deep and intense—like he was some tragic hero in a play. He told me to wait, that he still had things to say. I gave him a nod, though by the time his figure disappeared from view, I was already walking out of that house, our home, the place that used to mean something. Even now, he'd still leave me for Eva, an