Chapter 11
I collapsed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, yearning to let go of ten years of accumulated pain and
vexation.
When no more tears came, I finally felt lighter and calmer.
The regrets of the past could never be remedied.
But at least, though I had been stripped of everything, I still managed to struggle free from that golden
cage.
I refused to sink further into despair.
Back in my hometown, I held a simple funeral for my mother in my hometown, burying her next to my father, who had passed away early.
The neighbors were incredibly warm and helpful, offering assistance with every little detail, making me feel less alone in my grief.
Determined to start anew, I decided to stay.
The days were simple and pleasant.
Until one day, Elliott appeared in front of me.
The smell of alcohol hit me, giving me a headache.
I wanted to avoid him, but he blocked my way.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with a deep affection that I couldn’t understand.
“Daniella. I miss you so much.”
“Elliott, we’re divorced now.”
I remained calm, as if I were looking at a stranger.
Elliott shook his head continuously, stubbornly holding up the ring in front of me.
“I don’t agree. Daniella, I can’t live without you.”
“During the time you’ve been gone, I’ve been going crazy thinking about you. I never dared to tell you, but the truth is, I truly loved you with all my heart.”
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“The time we spent together was the happiest time of my life. I thought I had finally found somente ic could love me wholeheartedly. I thought I was finally going to have a family but then
He kept blocking my path and continued, “The contract you signed with grandfather shattered all my illusions. It was hard for me to accept that the woman I loved so much had approached me with an ulterior motive. I did all those ridiculous things to get back at you..
As he spoke, tears streamed down his face, as if he were the one who had suffered the prones inprice
I looked at Elliott, my voice steady. “Do you even remember when our wedding anniversary
Elliott froze for a moment.
He struggled for an answer, but none came.
I scoffed and slowly said, “I remember. I’ll never forget.”
“Because your mistress told me that she first slept with you was on our wedding day.*
That girl was the one Elliott had insisted on having as our bridesmaid.
She was his distant cousin, in his words.
Not long after our marriage, she openly admitted their relationship.
But Elliott soon grew tired of her.
When a new favorite appeared, she was discarded before me.
Elliott, caught and exposed, was speechless.
But he had spent too many years taking my patience and endurance for granted. He thought a few empty words could win me back.
After that, Elliott, began sending me flowers and gifts as if we were still in our honeymoon phase.
But I was no longer that naive, ignorant girl.
I would never make the same mistake twice.
Just when I had decided to never see Elliott again for the rest of my life, I received a call from the lawyer.
Elliott’s Grandpa was on his deathbed. He wished to see me one last time.
