Chapter 14
I leaned against the car, taking deep breaths, yet still unable to shake the oppressive fooling weighing on my heart.
The dull ache in my chost transformed into a knife twisting inside, causing my hands to tremble slightly with pain.
I clutched my chest, desperately holding back the sting in my eyes.
No, Emily, not now.
James had already begun to feel guilty towards me. It was almost over.
During this time, I had taken him to photograph countless places of our firsts. I gave h
representing the years we had walked together.
I told him this would be our beautiful memories for the future.
him a task to make an album,
While working on it, he would pause for a long time each time he wrote down a location.
Our first hand–holding, first embrace, first kiss, first intimate touch… So many moments of shared intimacy weren’t fake.
He must miss them too, those moments of ours. Miss how our fingers slowly intertwined, that electric sensation spreading from our fingertips throughout our bodies… Miss the passionate traces left on the living room sofa: clothes
scattered on the floor, sheets in disarray, our naked bodies tightly connected, the frenzied friction and intertwined moans and gasps. I knew he was reminiscing.
His revenge was real, but those foolings weren’t fake.
I wanted to use his guilt, turn it into a sword to pierce him.
Did it hurt?
I was in even more pain than he was.
Because during those times, my love contained not a trace of impurity.
I treated him so seriously, cherished our intimate moments together so earnestly. Every kiss, embrace, skin–to–skin
contact, Iso desperately hoped for a beautiful future for us. But I haven’t lost either, because I can love deeply, and I can also let go.
I just misjudged the person, that’s all.
When I came to, there was suddenly a bottle of water in front of me.
Hooked up. Kovin stood in the sunlight.
“I saw everything.” he said, his eyes full of sympathy as he looked at me.
“Even so, you still want to get married?”
I didn’t take his water,
He asked, “Do you regret it?” His tone was serious and sympathetic.
Everything I’ve loved is an experience. I don’t regret it.
“Do you want to… consider mo?” He looked at me cautiously, his tone serious and loving.
I almost loughed from frustration.
Are all men like this? When you offer them your heart, they disdain it. When you withdraw that blatant favoritism, they all rush to tell you they love you.
“Kevin, I’ve told you countless times, I don’t have feelings for you anymore. Even if things and with James, I still wouldn’t choose you.” Iturned to leave, but he grabbed my wrist. I struggled hard, but he held on tighter.
“Why? In this circle, we’re a perfect match in every way. Besides, we’ve known each other for so many years, we know everything about each other.”
I snorted coldly. “So I must choose between you and James? Can’t I survive without either of you?” “That’s not…” He wouldn’t let go, instead pulling me towards him. I could feel his chest against my back.
“Don’t do this… His voice was low and magnetic. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his hot breath tickling my neck. A large hand caressed my waist slowly I couldn’t help but shudder. This intimate contact made me very uncomfortable.
Just then, a familiar voice sounded from behind: “What are you doing?”
Iturned around. James, backlit by the sun, his face hidden in shadow, instantly turned ashen. He stared at Kevin with a look that could tear him to pieces.
An aura of suppressed yet dominant energy surrounded him as he landed a punch squarely on Kevin’s face.
Kevin reacted almost instantly, striking back
“Kevin, you bastard, are you after Emily? I swear I’ll kill you!” James’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage.
Kavin fought back, stabbing at his heart: “James, like you’re any better? Do you dare say you didn’t pursue Emily just to
spito mo?”
“Do you dare say your feelings for her were pure?”
“I may have coveted Emily, but she never responded to me. What about you? Does she know you have other women
outside?”
For a moment, James froze. His eyes involuntarily drifted towards me standing not far away. A floating panic and guilt
flashed through those deep eyes.
He said, “Dorling, let me explain.”
My heart felt as if it had been brutally stabbed, the pain unbearable. Images flashed through my mind–that night, James embracing Hannah, their bodies entwined in bed, moans and gasps intermingling… Thinking of these scenes, my heart felt as cold as if it had plunged into an icy abyss.