Chapter 9
After I kicked him out, Ashton left in a daze.
He looked truly sad; his whole back hunched. But this time, I no longer felt heartache.
A person hurt by love can still fall in love again.
I decided to be with Hugo, and the wedding was set for next month.
During this time, someone tried to please me by telling me about Cecilia’s recent situation as a joke.
After moving out of Ashton’s house, she returned to her old ways, becoming a mistress to rich men again.
But the wealthy man she was with was also married, and his wife was ed, and his wife was fiercer–she brought a group of people and beat Cecilia until all her upper teeth were gone and her face was slashed.
Without her looks, she was quickly abandoned by the wealthy man, and no one else was willing to keep her.
She was used to being a parasite and couldn’t endure the hardships of work. With no choice, she went back to find Ashton, but he not only refused to take her back, he even beat her up.
Cecilia was used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong–she didn’t dare cause trouble for the rich, but she dared to go after Ashton.
She ran to the police and blamed all the facial injuries on Ashton.
By law, Ashton was now facing two years in prison.
I felt nothing when I heard this.
After all, these were their own choices.
Soon, it was next month.
This wedding was even grander than the last one. While the makeup artist was doing my makeup, I kept looking at the wedding photo I had just received.
In the photo, Hugo’s body was very close to mine–that’s a sign of loving someone.
But in the photo with Ashton, there was a five–finger–wide gap between us–that was a sign he didn’t love me.
It turned out there were signs all along, but I didn’t believe them, so I ended up getting hurt badly.
Luckily, I had a second chance.
On the wedding day, Ashton also came and asked the police for a little time to attend my wedding.
He stood in the corner, watching me on the stage in my wedding dress, silently crying
Then he quietly left.
After Ashton was imprisoned, Cecilia, used to lying around, went to do cheap work. A year was enough for her to save some money, which she then used to go to a beauty clinic.
Unfortunately, it was a shady place. Cecilia’s plastic surgery failed, leading to a bacterial infection and her death.
Two years later, the first thing Ashton did when he got out of prison was
come to see me.
The moment he saw me, he froze.
I looked so much better than I did two years ago–my energy and spirit were entirely different.
I no longer looked like a married woman but like a young girl who had just come of age. My face looked rosy, my eyes were full of smiles.
The small scars on my hands were gone.
In these two years of marriage, Hugo never made me cook a single meal. Although we could have hired a maid, he preferred to cook for me.
Like flowers, lovers need nurturing.
Hugo and I both nurtured each other well.
Ashton looked at me from afar but didn’t dare approach.
During the two years in prison, he had a dream. In the dream, at a family gathering three years ago, I suddenly revealed my relationship with him and became his legitimate wife.
But that also meant he lost Cecilia’s dependence.
Cecilia went abroad again.
He blamed all of this on me.
During one of his trips abroad, he ran into Cecilia again, and the old feelings reignited, more intense than the new love. He began to frequently meet with her, deliberately forgetting about my existence.
It wasn’t until he returned home that he found out I had died in the
hospital, and the child in my womb had died as well.
In a panic, he rushed to find me, only to be told that my body had already
been cremated.
My mom cursed him as a monster and forbade him from paying respects
to me.
Ashton’s whole heart was torn. As if with my death, something else had vanished as well.
The dream felt so real that Ashton woke up crying.
So after getting out of prison, he came to find me, wanting to apologize.
In the end, he couldn’t say the words because he realized I didn’t need his light, empty apology. What I needed was for him to never appear before me again.
