Embracing My Past A Decade of Second Chances

My brother died young, just like our father. Grandpa and Grandma cannot bear the pain of white haired people sending off the black haired again.

Sister in law, he looked at me, his tone growing even gentler. You love my brother so much. You would not want his grandparents to grieve themselves into illness, would you?

Was he so fearless because he was certain I loved him?

After that, he led me to his room, saying he wanted to give me time alone with my brother.

The performance was complete. The phone had been formatted and tossed onto the desk.

But he forgot to log out of WeChat on the tablet.

I picked it up and tried the password.

It unlocked at once.

It was Xanthe’s birthday.

The chat history and photos had been deleted, but a new message popped up from an account marked with the letter X.

Cameron, have you finished dealing with her yet You promised to go with me to buy the things we need for the ship. I am really looking forward to it.

I opened his Moments. They were packed with memories of their happiness.

From the moment they met eight years ago, there had not been a single break.

When we went camping and grilling together, he was sending her photos of heart shaped clouds in the sky.

When he told me he was going on a business trip for a few days, he was actually in London feeding pigeons with her.

When he showed up at my door late at night, carrying the chill of winter and bringing me soup, it was because he had just watched fireworks with her nearby.

The Italian custom made suit he carefully prepared for me was so he could take her to check in at a specialty restaurant.

In every photo, Cameron never showed his face, but every detail was painfully familiar to me.

He never even took off the wedding ring I had specially customized.

In every gap of happiness I cherished,

there was his silent love for someone else hidden away.

How could someone fake it to this extent

And I had loved him for a full six years.

To say it did not hurt would be a lie.

The Lu and Fang families were old acquaintances.

When I was a child, I broke my leg from playing too wildly and could only stare at the trees outside the villa every day.

He was the one who climbed over the wall every day to keep me company, so I was not so bored.

Later, I went abroad to study, and we lost contact.

Until a banquet, when he said it was love at first sight and that he would marry no one but me.

So I ignored the Fang Keyun my parents had chosen, who was raised by the Cameron family elders, and insisted on marrying Cameron, who followed his mother.

To prove to my family that my choice was right, I started a company together with him.

We worked day and night, and just as the company was thriving,

Xanthe parachuted in as the general manager.

She took over my office and used my assistant.

And he and I grew further and further apart.

I clenched the tablet tightly, forcing myself to steady my emotions.

After calming down, I began packing up the gifts I had given him over the past six years.

The crystal cabinet he had specially used to display them now stabbed my eyes with pain.

The sapphire necklace we bought together, the puzzle we pieced together over three days in that room, the photos from our trips.

Six years. I thought it was a long time.

In the end, it all fit into one box.

In front of the gravestone, I set everything on fire and burned it clean.

As the flames rose, Xanthe suddenly appeared.

He kicked over the brazier and revealed a smile.

Ulyssa, apart from being born lucky, you are nothing.

So what if you got her You could not even protect your child. You are a complete loser.

I only needed a small trick, and she followed me obediently.

He knew all of this Was it deliberate

Rage flooded my heart. I could not hold back anymore and slapped him across the face.

I only used thirty percent of my strength, yet he staggered and fell straight into the fire.

I froze on the spot, not yet understanding what had happened.