Just like now—he has lowered himself to make peace, fully expecting me to follow the path he laid out.
Forget it. I’m leaving soon to stay with my aunt abroad, and I don’t want to arouse his suspicion before then.
“The porridge is a little hot. Put it down; I’ll drink it later.”
Noticing the coldness in my tone, Patrick softened his voice. “Lora, you’re so thoughtful. I knew you were the most considerate.”
A short while later, Patrick received a phone call summoning him to the company. I didn’t need to guess who was behind it.
Before leaving, he kissed my forehead and said, “Be good. There’s something urgent at the company. Later tonight at the auction, I’ll pick out a piece of jewelry just for you and bring it home.”
After he left, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
It’s undeniable—we once truly loved each other. He did love me, but eventually, that love shifted to Christy.
He betrayed me, yet he clung to such a flimsy excuse, claiming Christy looked so much like me in the beginning.
I gazed around the wedding home where we had lived together for seven years, my heart heavy with bitterness.