"If I knew this family despised me, I'd find an excuse to ask for some money and run far away."
My heart felt like it was being slowly sliced apart; the pain was unbearable. Tears fell silently.
"Olivia? What's wrong?" Among my sobs, John had knelt down in front of me without me noticing.
He looked at me with guilt. “I acted impulsively when I hit you, but you know I've been with Maria for seven years; it's impossible for me to have no feelings for her. I can't just watch her die. Her depression has relapsed. My parents want us to postpone the wedding.”
I never intended to marry him anyway. I nodded numbly. After a long silence, he didn't see any reluctance in my eyes.
So he tentatively spoke, “Could you go apologize to her? She feels you're angry with her and hold a grudge. She won't eat or drink. She won't be able to take it anymore.”
I wanted to refuse. But after hearing even harsher things, what did an apology matter?
“Sure.”
“That's great, Olivia. I knew you were the most understanding.”
He excitedly tried to hug me. It was just like the excitement I felt when I accepted his confession. I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and raised my hand to interrupt.