"Elijah, do you want to marry me?"
This was an unexpected surprise to me, something I never dreamed of.
Of course, I was willing, but I was worried that she was just being impulsive, so I advised her to think carefully.
But she stubbornly looked at me, with red eyes and a stubbornly raised head.
"If you don't agree, I'll find someone else. I have to get married today."
I shamefully compromised.
I thought that as long as I was sincere to her, I could eventually soften her heart, make her forget about Shawn, and live with me wholeheartedly.
However, seven years had passed, and we even had a four-year-old child, but her heart was still a hard stone.
After reading this diary, I felt a mixture of nervousness, fear, and unease in my heart.
I, who had never smoked, sat up all night, with cigarette butts all over the floor.
The next day, she went shopping with great enthusiasm, trying on one outfit after another.
It was at a class reunion that I learned that Shawn had returned, and she had dressed up in her best to please him.
So at the party, she ignored the gaze of others and hugged him tightly.
After all, it was a reunion after seven years.
But I, a lowly thief.