All Chapters of Healing A Broken Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I won't treat you like that." Matthias lifted his hand and stroked my head to comfort me. "What do you mean?" "I won't disrespect you, look down on you, or humiliate you. I won't deny our relationship in front of others, and I won't make you cry…"My feelings for you have never changed." Matthias lowered his head as he looked at me. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. I was all he saw. He leaned in closer to me until the tips of our noses were touching. I still wasn't able to accept him kissing me while I was clear-headed. I turned my head to the side. Matthias let out a soft chuckle. "That's alright. I'll wait for you. I'll wait till you move on from your past and decide to accept me." He let go of me and took a step back. Then, he turned around and entered the kitchen. Watching his slightly downcast figure from behind, I felt like my heart was tight. The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart

I lifted my eyes to look at the man. Despite this chilly weather, Matthias was dressed thinly with a pair of slippers on and a jacket in his hands. His face was flushed red and his forehead was covered in sweat from the run. He looked at me nervously. As he stood beside some overhead bougainvilleas, some of the flowers fell and landed on his shoulders. We were just one step away from one another. He had his head down. The nervous look in his eyes had not yet dissipated. I walked over to him and presented the flowers to him."Do you want these flowers?""Definitely!" Beaming, he accepted the bouquet. Thereafter, he put the jacket over me and opened his arms. He was respecting my decision. This time, I took the initiative to put my arms around his waist, and the fragrance of pine wafted up to my nose. If I were sincere about loving someone, why shouldn't I be loved? Just because I was once hurt by a cruel man, I shouldn't have to be spiteful toward every other man

Within two months, Matthias drew over 30 portraits of me. Some of them were of me barefaced, some had me in thick makeup, some showed me laughing out loud, whereas there were some of me crying while watching a movie. His artwork depicted every version of me straightforwardly. Our days were plain and simple. It wasn't until Matthias' art exhibition was held in Burgton City that Tyler's assistant, Ben Morton, reached out to me. I opened the message and saw that it was an invitation to an artist's art exhibition in Burgton City. Other than that, it came with a message that read, "Sorry." I scoffed. The art exhibition seemed like Tyler's idea. He was aware that I loved art. But, he always criticized me for pretending to appreciate art, so he never bothered to visit art exhibitions with me. As for the message of apology, that seemed more like something Ben added on his own accord. I smirked. With a frigid look on my face, I replied, "Okay." On the other end, Ben handed t

Tyler arrived at the entrance of the art exhibition early, carrying a bouquet of fresh roses in his arms and drawing the attention of many as he stood among the crowd. It was raining cats and dogs outside. He stood out on the porch, glancing subtly toward the end of the street. Three hours later, he ran out of patience. As a staff member watched their guests leave after visiting the exhibition, he finally spoke up. "Sir, would you like to come in to visit the exhibition? We will be closing soon." Deep down, Tyler was rather annoyed. He wasn't interested in art in the first place. He wasn't the type to wait for others either. This was the first time he wanted to see what sort of art I liked. He entered the exhibition with his flowers. The portrait of a woman was hung against a pure, white wall. The woman in the painting had a blue dress on. Her silky hair draped down her shoulders, and while she looked distant, she had a joyful smile. The barefaced and pure-looking woman

No matter how powerful Tyler might be in Burgton City, he had to put in quite a bit of effort to locate me within Southhope City. On the day of my wedding, I wore a white wedding dress and a princess tiara. Hand in hand with Matthias, we toasted with our guests. While I was chatting with the guests, I received a call from Tyler. I switched our call to a video call and pulled Matthias in front of the camera. "Apologies, Mr. Freeman. We're getting married right now. "You don't have to be here, but don't forget our wedding gifts." All color drained from Tyler's face immediately. His gaze traveled from my veil to my wedding gown. Finally, he looked at my hand, which was in Matthias' grip. The sizable diamond on my ring blinded him. "Jasmine, you can't marry him. If you do, I will send your video to Matthias—" "What video are you talking about?" "Do you remember my friend saying that he saw a video of you? It's right in my phone. You'd better not marry him. "Wait for me.