I Died In His Great Love

Then a strong feeling of vomiting came over me. I couldn’t hold it back and vomited all over myself with a pale face.

William, who was sitting next to him, subconsciously held Sydney’s hand and took a few steps back. His face was livid and he said, “Ellen! What are you doing? Isn’t it disgusting?! Isn’t it just to let you drink a glass of wine? How about embarrassing yourself like this!”

William had mysophobia, so he said in public that I was disgusting.

My friends looked at me with strange and disgusting eyes and eventually they all found excuses to leave.

“Ellen, you have to ruin Sydney’s reception banquet, right? You always pretend to be sensible, I really misjudged you!”

After saying that, he kicked the empty wine bottle hard and pulled Sydney away.

Sydney turned around and gave me a gloating and provocative smile.

It was like saying, “Ellen, I’m back again and I’m here to take away everything that belongs to you.”

Sydney was my half-sister.

I would always remember that as soon as school was over that afternoon, I saw my mother kneeling on the ground begging my father not to leave.

But my father hugged Sydney’s mother and kicked my mother’s hand away, while Sydney giggled behind her.

From then on, Sydney started to snatch my things.

Clothes, toys, fatherly love.

Now, she was finally going to snatch William away.

When I got home, I discovered that all the painkillers had been taken.

I opened the diary and recorded it one stroke at a time.

[Sydney is back. With just a flick of her hand, she could take away the marriage that I had worked hard to maintain for five years.]

Curling up on the sofa and falling asleep, William finally came back.

He seemed to feel that he was a little too much toward me during the day and now he was rarely gentle.

“Ellen, haven’t you always wanted to go to Ahans with me for our honeymoon? We’ll leave the day after tomorrow, okay?”

At that time, William was so poor that he didn’t even have money for a wedding.

Not to mention the honeymoon.

After he became successful, I proposed more than once that I wanted to take a honeymoon, but he always declined on the excuse of being busy at work.

Now he finally agreed.

It would be great if I wasn’t about to die and if Sydney didn’t come back.

I couldn’t help but shed two lines of clear tears. William immediately held me in his arms and coaxed me softly, “Ellen, believe me, I am just a friend to Sydney. After all, it was I who misunderstood her and broke up with her. Now that she’s back, I just want to make it up to her, but from the beginning to the end, I only love you.”

I couldn’t believe William.

Because on the day Sydney returned to Mison, they couldn’t wait to leave the bed photos.

But even though my heart was cut by a knife, I still tried to look happy.

“Okay, I’ll book the flight right now.”

William rubbed my hair happily. I knew that he must be sighing at my sensibility again.

I recorded my joy at this moment in my diary and bought some equipment for Ahans.

On the same day, William drove me to the airport.

But suddenly, Sydney’s phone rang.

“William, I miss you so much…”

Her voice was drunken and there were many noises coming from all around.

William’s face suddenly tightened. “Where are you?”

“I was in the bar where we first met… William, do you remember? I was molested by some gangsters at that time and you saved me. You promised that you would protect me for the rest of your life…”