Seven Years of Deep Love

I stayed awake all night and called Samuel countless times but couldn't get through.

I guessed he didn't answer the phone because he was so happy to be with Della.

When it was dawn, someone was opening the door. The next moment, the door was pushed open and Samuel walked in.

"Why are you sitting here?"

He was obviously frightened by the sight of me, who was sitting on the sofa, disheveled, pale, and dazed. My eyes were already bloodshot from not sleeping all night.

I just stared at Samuel, trying to hear an explanation from him.

Both of us looked at each other in stalemate for a long time, but he still didn't say anything.

After a while, Samuel coughed uncomfortably and looked away from me.

"The company has a project, and I have to go on a business trip for a few months. I probably won't be back during these months."

He was still lying to me, and I felt heartbroken in an instant.

"Samuel, don't you have anything to say to me?"

My voice was trembling, and at this time, I hoped he would be honest even if our ending was destined to be like this.

His face froze for a while, and he chuckled and said, "What can I say to you?" Then he walked towards the bedroom.

Listening to the sound of him packing his things, I was so disturbed that I had no idea how to solve the problem.

I loved him so much that I thought that as long as Samuel didn't expose it, I would pretend I knew nothing.

After coming to my senses, I realized how ridiculous it was.

For the past seven years, I had been revolving around him so that I had long lost myself.

How pathetic it was.

Half an hour later, Samuel came out with a suitcase and frowned while watching me still sitting on the sofa. "Fiona, take care of yourself."

His concern wasn't sincere, and I couldn't help laughing. "What about you? You're going to take care of Della, right?"

Obviously, Samuel was shocked to hear me ask him the question.

He frowned, looking puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Now that I had said it, there was nothing I could hide anymore.

I stood up and walked slowly to him, opening my phone and clicking on the video Jason had sent me.

It wasn't until the end of the video that Samuel understood everything.

However, I didn't see any regret or self-blame in his eyes.

"Since you've already known everything, there is no need for me to hide it from you." He looked at me with a cold gaze as if I were a stranger, saying coldly, "Della is simple, and it is difficult for her to live with a child, so she needs me.

"Also, it wasn't until I met her again that I realized that she was the one I had been thinking about all along.

"I don't want her to feel aggrieved because of me, so I'll marry her."

Hearing this, I felt completely disappointed.

We had been together for seven years, not seven days or seven months.

It took Samuel seven whole years to realize that the person he loved was Della. This was a bit ridiculous.

I wondered, "Since he doesn't want her to feel aggrieved, then what about me?"

There were many questions I wanted to ask, but I could only experience a dull pain in my heart.

The room was dead silent at this moment.

Because I didn't say anything, Samuel became a little panicked as if he feared that I would stop them from being together.

"I remember all the help you've given me over the years. Della wants to live here so I can't give you the house, but I'll deposit 20 million dollars into your account and buy you a car and a house..."

"Okay."

Before Samuel finished speaking, I forced a smile and looked up at him while holding back my tears.

He was startled. "What?"

It seemed that he didn't expect me to be straightforward. He might be so delighted that he couldn't react.

I took a deep breath and nodded numbly. "I agree to break up with you."

Samuel stared at me closely as if he was trying to make sure that I was unwilling.

But in the end, he was not able to get what he wanted.

I looked away and turned around. "I will move out as soon as possible, so you should fulfill your promise as soon as possible.

"Also, I can sell you the company's shares. Please name your price."

Samuel was choked for a moment, for I was acting in a businesslike manner. It was just like discussing a project, not breaking up with him.

He was a little surprised by my indifference, and he said after a moment, "Okay, we'll still be friends from now on. If you need my help in Aneorth, just tell me."

I couldn't help laughing while hearing his words, then turned to look at him, and mocked, "Forget it, Mr. Harper. I don't have the bad habit of keeping in touch with my ex after breaking up."

After I scolded him, Samuel's face looked livid when he left.