You Really Thought I Couldn’t Leave You?

Leona saw Damien turn his head and quickly hid her gloating expression, lowering her head and crying, "I'm sorry, Matilda. I didn't intentionally refuse to give you the car keys. I was so scared at the time that I forgot."

Damien frowned at her words, looking at Leona without speaking, but sighed helplessly when he saw her tears.

I asked with sarcasm, "Was it accidental or intentional, Leona, don't you know in your heart?"

Seeing Leona's tears falling more and more, Damien turned back, his face stern, and rebuked, "Enough! Leona said she didn't do it on purpose. What are you still holding onto?"

Leona hid in Damien's arms, crying for a long time, while he soothed her gently.

At night, he sat by the bedside and got up to take my towel, wanting to dry my hair as I came out of the bathroom, but I avoided him.

Damien had never been rebuffed by anyone; I was the first.

His eyes flashed with impatience as he looked at me, "I've said many times, Leona is just my sister. Why do you always resent her?"

I sat at the vanity, seeing his impatient expression through the mirror.

It made me feel disoriented. Before Leona appeared, Damien had loved me deeply, immensely, profoundly.

He would drive an hour after work to buy me the chicken legs I loved and meticulously prepare gifts for every occasion.

Damien wasn't good at expressing himself, but he hid his love in the details.

So, whether a person loves you or not is evident.

I had seen him love me, so when he no longer did, it was equally obvious.

I blinked my sore eyes, swallowing my grievances, and finally turned to ask, "Do you love me?"

Damien was clearly stunned; he hadn't expected me to ask that. But he quickly replied, "I do."

I smiled and then said, "Since you love me, stay away from her."

Not giving him a chance to speak, I continued, "Otherwise, I will leave you, Damien."

Damien opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. In the silent space, the phone rang.

"Damien, can you come be with me? I'm scared alone."

Leona’s panicked, tearful voice came through the phone, and Damien was flustered.

He immediately calmed her, "Okay, don't be afraid. Turn on all the lights; I'm coming right now, Leona."

As Damien put on his clothes and prepared to leave, he noticed me. Hesitant, but deciding after a phone call, he chose to go to her.

Before leaving, he said, "I'll explain when I come back."

I watched his retreating figure, lost in thought for a long time, then scoffed.

Saddened? Yes, saddened. But why not make a fuss? Because it was unnecessary.

Three years ago, I had already made a fuss once. That time, Damien deleted my WhatsApp and blocked my phone when he got angry.

Unable to reach him, I was beaten and ended up in the hospital.

Since then, I couldn’t conceive.

Perhaps that memory was too painful, prompting me to forget. But it resurfaced three years later.

I turned, staring blankly at the wedding photo on the table for a long time.

"Damien, we should end this."

The next day, I started to transfer my clothing store and packed all my belongings to send to my best friend's house.

After everything was sorted, I finally had the time to sit on the sofa and rest.

At 11:08 AM, the weather remained gray with drizzling rain.

Fortunately, the house was warm, so I didn’t feel cold.