Before I married Vanessa, Olivia sought me out, crying as she asked why I hadn’t waited for her, why I hadn’t called when I left the countryside.
Back then, I didn’t know her true identity, so I had played with her freely, without hesitation.
But as we grew older and I learned who she really was, I realized the vast gulf between us.
She was the heiress of the Carter Family, and I was nothing but a poor boy from the countryside. We weren’t from the same world.
But Olivia didn’t see it that way.
She told me seriously, “Grandpa admires you and hopes I’ll marry you.”
“You’re the only heir to the Miller Family’s Secret Acupuncture Method. Just for that alone, you have the right to marry into any wealthy family.”
“We’ve been childhood sweethearts. Your presence has been imprinted on my heart. No other man will ever take your place.”
“I’ll always wait for you.”
And she meant it. Even after I married Vanessa, Olivia kept waiting.
When she heard how badly Vanessa treated me, Olivia more than once wanted to teach her a harsh lesson, though I always stopped her.
So when I finally decided to divorce Vanessa, the first person I called was Olivia.