Chapter 13
The last old friend to visit was Greg, the man I loved for years but never really had.
Now, he knelt before me, humbly asking for my love, just like his ninety–nine earlier proposals.
When Greg saw me, his eyes filled with tears.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he had lost weight.
He seemed to have struggled these past three years, but it didn’t concern me anymore.
Greg’s body shook uncontrollably as he begged for my forgiveness.
“Everly, don’t believe Kenneth’s words, okay? I only love you.”
Even now, he tried to deceive me.
I smiled scornfully, “I heard it straight from your mouth that Ayleen is the woman you love. This
isn’t about Kenneth.”
Greg’s tall body stiffened. “What?”
“The day you were drunk, I picked you up. You said you wanted to protect Ayleen as my husband, didn’t you?”
Greg looked hurt and couldn’t speak.
“Greg, I don’t love you anymore.” I took the hundredth diamond ring from his hand and threw it in
the trash.
“Get out.”
Greg looked completely broken, forgetting all about his pride, and wrapped his arms around my
legs.
“No, no, Everly, please! I’m begging you, don’t stop loving me. Just give me one more chance.”
I chuckled and pulled away, closing the door on Greg.
For three days and nights, Greg knelt outside my door, undeterred by the weather.
On the fourth day, he got a fever. A neighbor saw him and called an ambulance.
But he pushed the doctors away, insisting on kneeling.
“Don’t touch me, don’t touch me! I need to see Everly! You can’t take me away! I can’t live without
her. I can’t live without her…”
He then fainted and was taken by the doctors.
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I watched coldly from the window, sighing softly.
Why bother?
I heard Ayleen went crazy after Kenneth ended the engagement, taking loans for male models, ruining the Olson family, and getting diseases.
Everyone, including Harrison and Marge, hated her, just like they once hated me.
Why did you all bother?
I slowly smiled.
They had already found my place, so I had to move out.
Where should I live for the next three years?
I closed the curtains and poured a glass of red wine.
I thought, “Let the past stay in the past. My future remains vast and uncharted.”
(The end.)
