Spoiling His Secretary, and Force Me to Abort

She was a different person than I remembered.

The once pampered young lady has turned into a rough housewife. She was holding a knife and fiddling with the stall.

I hadn't noticed her when I passed her, not realizing that Natalia had instantly recognized me in the crowd.

She dropped the knife in her hand and suddenly ran to me.

I thought she had come to pick a fight, but to my surprise she burst into tears in front of me, pleading pitifully

“Evelyn, please go and see Declan, you only have to see him once.”

Fearing that I would leave, she clung to my sleeve while the little boy beside her was told to run upstairs and call someone.

There was also a little girl slightly older than my daughter being held by Natalia.

The little boy would have been born to Natalia at that time, and the little girl, to Declan and Natalia together after their marriage.

My husband tried to pull Natalia away and I shook my head at him.

“Let him come over, I'm fine, I'm not the same person I used to be.”

If I didn't even have the courage to face Declan now, then I really had wasted these years.

Declan stumbled down the stairs, stinking of alcohol, and my daughter immediately covered her nose.

The scruffy man in front of me was completely different from what I remembered, once he was so dashingly handsome that he didn't even allow any wrinkles in his shirt, a complete gentleman.

I told my husband to stand away from me with my daughter in his arms.

My husband gently asked me, “Are you really okay with this Do you really not need me to stay with you”

I smiled, “Don't worry, trust me.”

Declan frowned when he saw me, sniffed himself, and took a few awkward steps back.

He also knew he looked too bad now.

“I'm sorry, I'm just so undignified.”

I was silent.

When he saw that I was silent, he added, awkwardly.

“Evelyn, how have you been”

I nodded my head.

The atmosphere freezes and I get a little annoyed.

“What do you want to say to me Though there's no point in saying anything.”

Natalia can't look away and pushes Declan, Declan, say something! Say that you've been thinking about her, you love her the most, you’ve been torturing yourself all these years to atone for your sins!

She cried tears all over her face.

I don't know if she's being genuine or faking it, much less why she's saying it.

Declan, however, didn't say anything, but only looked at my husband and daughter and asked me, “Is he good to you”

Seeing his fake affection, I couldn't help but stab him, Declan, who are you pretending to be pitiful for Touching yourself Aren't you married Can't you treat your wife and kids better Can't you see how miserable they are

“You’re scum, you've not only wronged me, but also your current wife and children, and your false deep feelings mean nothing at all.”

Natalia, once a pampered child, has grown old, her hands are brown, and she has aged a decade in a few years.

The little boy was skinny and skinny, with clothes that clearly didn't fit. The little girl was dirty and topped with a mess of hair. At first glance, they are not well cared for, poor children.

And Declan After their family went bankrupt, they gave up on themselves, smoked and drank, and relied on their parents' wives to support them.

What's the point of talking about deep love for a man like that who has no commitment.

He just can't accept the current life, regretted that he chose the wrong one, and gave himself a deep love persona to escape reality.

I turned around and left.

Not long after we left, there was the sound of a child's fright and cries from behind us.

Declan smashed everything in Natalia's stall.

Natalia, as if she was used to it, looked at him painfully from the sidelines, not daring to speak.

After venting, he crouched on the floor holding his head and crying.

Natalia was beside him in tears, and the two children also cried along with him.

Declan had cried enough and stared in the direction I had left for a long time before staggering upstairs.

“The wine's gone, get me a bottle up here.”

Declan stops crying and Natalia happily pulls money out of the money box and gives it to the little boy, “Go on, buy your dad two bottles of good wine.”

The little boy refuses and Natalia slaps him on the back, “If you don't behave, get out of this house!”

Natalia's daughter hugged her brother's leg and cried, “Don't kick him out!”

Natalia immediately softened her voice to coax her daughter.

It was as if the little boy was not her own.

As the boy turned around, tears fell from his eyes as he walked alone towards the supermarket.

I stared at the boy's back for a long time, remembering myself as a child.

We were all the same, always treated differently. But it's not our choice, clearly none of this is our fault.

My daughter put her arms around my neck and asked in a milky voice, “Mommy, what are you looking at”

I smiled, “Nothing, let's go home.”

The Evelyn of the past, is gone.