Too Hard to Continue Loving You

I still said nothing and walked straight towards Paul. Our eyes met. There was a little panic in his eyes, but more of it was dissatisfaction with my performance that day.

Paul pursed his lips and his eyes darkened. I knew he was angry and about to explode. He was waiting for me to compromise with him like before. Yet, I wouldn't do that this time.

I stood in front of him and looked at him steadily. Just when I was about to open my mouth, he raised his lips and held my hand, thinking that I was going to admit my mistake to him.

Nevertheless, I pointed to the wedding invitation on the table with my finger and smiled bitterly, "Paul, I wish you a happy wedding."

Just before my tears burst out, I struggled to break away from Paul's hand and wanted to leave. The smile on his mouth froze instantly. He waved his hand in anger and swept the invitation off the table.

He coldly said, "Olivia, are you still not done? You’re such a fool and ignorant. You were not like this before. Don't you think about it, besides being obedient and sensible, what else is your worth showing off!"

I froze in place and my heart ached. The people in the circle said that I was not worthy of Paul, but I never cared.

Paul took the initiative to pursue me at the beginning and I didn't know that he was a rich man. He was recognized as a prince in the circle, but he hid his identity and pursued me, an average girl.

It was not until the second year of our relationship that I accidentally learned his identity. I asked him to break up at that time. I knew that there would be no result in the end because of our disparity in status.

He left without anything, until he stood downstairs in the rain in the middle of the night and called my name. I heard the drunkenness in Paul's voice, he drank a lot of wine.

He was soaked all over, shivering with cold and blood stains appeared on his thin shirt.

He kept shouting to the rainy night with a high tone, "Olivia, I have convinced my family. Are you willing to face the ups and downs of the rest of my life with me?"

The muddy water under his feet was also stained red. I didn't know what happened after he left, but I could see how hard he worked for me.

At that moment, I rushed downstairs without caring about anything, threw myself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

I always thought we were in love and everyone saw how much Paul doted on me. He would prepare to celebrate our anniversary many days in advance. He said that love should be shown in an exaggerated way and he wanted to let the whole world knew his love.

When I was in a low mood, he would take me on a spontaneous trip and we watched the sunrise and sunset together. He would also carefully remember all my preferences and give me surprises again and again.

I thought he was the person who loved me the most in the world besides my grandma.

However, I didn't expect that all the so-called love of Paul Wilson was fake. He pursued me just to make a bet with others, betting whether his real lover would be jealous of this. Then he finally succeeded in making his lover jealous and they are about to get married.

At that time, I could no longer suppress the grief in my heart and my tears burst out. Just as I turned around, Paul grabbed my arm, pointed at the pregnancy report in my hand.

He said sternly, "What did you do in the hospital? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why didn't you tell me?"

My heart stagnated and I held the report in my hand tighter, but my voice was very cold.