If this had been any day before yesterday, I might not have stopped Lily. But after everything that happened yesterday—every word Sophia said—I couldn’t bear it.
I was terrified that if she knew I was dying, she would stand before me and spit venomously, “Why couldn’t you have died sooner? You destroyed the happiness Ethan and I could have had!”
If she said that, I would crumble.
“Why won’t you tell her? Does she still misunderstand what happened back then? Let me explain it to her.”
Once again, I stopped Lily and waved her off.
“It’s not necessary. Let the truth of what happened back then stay buried with me.”
Sophia believed that it was I who pressured her parents to stop her from going abroad to find Ethan and forced her to stay and marry me.
But the truth was, it was her parents who disapproved of her relationship with Ethan. They came to me and begged me to help them stage a charade.
Of course, I agreed. Because I loved Sophia.
I thought that as time passed, she would forget Ethan and I could slowly tell her the truth. But no matter how much warmth I offered, it couldn’t thaw her frozen heart.