Chapter 17
Overnight, New York underwent a huge transformation.
No one had expected that Jason, who had been so deeply in love with Kate just a second ago, would suddenly turn on her the next second. Not only did he personally send Kate to prison, but he also exposed everything Kate had done in the news.
Even Carla in France saw the news.
At the café under the sycamore trees on the street, Carla was sitting by the open window, savoring the rose coffee she had ordered.
When Carla found out that the flight she was originally supposed to take had an accident, she was extremely grateful..
It’s a good thing I didn’t board that flight.
If she had really boarded that flight, she couldn’t bear to think how devastated her parents and loved ones would have been.
But she never thought about Jason’s reaction.
In Carla’s impression, the reborn Jason doesn’t love herself at all now, and he won’t have any reaction to her death.
She also denied repeatedly when he tried to test if she noticed anything different about him.
At that time, Carla really didn’t understand why he suddenly stopped loving her, as if he had become a different person.
It wasn’t until Carla came to France and chatted with her new friend about the past that she finally learned the answer from her friend.
Maybe it was hatred.
No one would fall in love with the person who has hurt them repeatedly or even caused their death.
Not only did Carla not speak ill of others, but even after being hurt by Jason so many times since her rebirth, she also completely gave up on
Jason.
So when she faked her death, Carla did not go to the airline company to update her information.
After all, now there is no one in the country who cares about her, so it doesn’t matter whether she lives or dies.
Even if Jason had learned of her death, he probably wouldn’t have cared, after all, the person he loves now is Kate, not her.
Until today. Carla saw the news.
The news was filled with eulogies written by Jason on various platforms for his ex–wife, every word and sentence expressing Jason’s deep love for her.
The phone screen glowed with a cold light in the morning mist, the words. on it like a rusty knife, forcibly prying open the memory iron box that she had long welded shut.
Long ago, when Jason loved himself the most, he would also write
himself a love letter every day.
Every word and sentence inside also reveals deep affection, and she never expected to still be affected by these words now.
It was no longer moving, but rather a bit ironic.
Carla really couldn’t understand what Jason meant now.
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Didn’t he not love himself, otherwise why deny that he was also reborn, pushing her away time and time again, hurting her repeatedly following Kate?
Now that Carla is “dead,” shouldn’t he be happy?
Why did you make such a regretful look, regretting sending her to the plane and causing her death.
Did he suddenly realize, after her death, that he still loved her?
No matter how much Jason regretted or whatever attitude he had, it was unnecessary for Carla.
After all, she had long been over Jason, and she was already a dead person in Jason’s world.
The fact that they no longer have any intersection now is the best state.
Thinking of this, Carla’s slender fingers continued to slide down the
screen.
Then she saw another piece of news that surprised her.
“Kate was officially imprisoned today for intentional injury and murder.”
The punctuation marks stabbed her eyes, and Carla’s porcelain spoon collided with the cup, making a faint sound. It was only then that she realized she was trembling. It wasn’t joy, it wasn’t sadness, it was the sudden revelation of the truth that was late in coming, tearing open the scab of old wounds and exposing the festering flesh that had never healed inside.
Memories were like being rewound, the past scenes of being framed by Kate replayed in Carla’s mind, and then slowly dissipated.
She closed her eyes and shifted her gaze back to her phone, exited the news interface, and turned off the phone.
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Covering up the scars that had been torn open as if nothing had happened.
After all, from the moment she faked her death, Jason and Kate had nothing to do with her anymore. She couldn’t pay attention to their news anymore, but had to focus wholeheartedly on her own life.
Carla set her phone aside and finished the cold coffee on the table.
At this moment, the phone vibrated again, it was a schedule reminder sent. from the phone notes.
Today was the Murray family dinner.
Carla pushed the empty coffee cup away and as she stood up, the airflow from her coat swept the last sycamore leaf off the windowsill.
Her reflection on the glass curtain wall walked calmly into the sunlight.
