Chapter 17
Hannah updated har status again: “The man I love most is getting married tomorrow, and I’m not the bride.”
The accompanying image showed her wrist cut, lying in a hospital bed.
I drove out, wearing sunglasses, and waited at the hospital entrance.
Soon, I saw James appear,
Hannah suddenly threw herself into his arms, clinging to him tightly.
James stood there, not embracing her, but not pushing her away either. He just stood rigidly, allowing Hannah to cry in his arms.
From a distance, I couldn’t hear what they were saying
Hannah rested her head on his chest, crying incessantly.
Strangely, at that moment, I felt nothing. No heartache, no jealousy, no sadness. My heart felt numb and calm, as if wrapped in a thick cocoon.
I suddenly remembered the second year of dating James
In the depths of our love, I asked him, “Will you ever cheat on me in the future, falling for a younger, more beautiful girl?” He nuzzled my face and said. “What are you talking about? Who could be more beautiful than you? Besides, if I could cheat, there’d be no good men loft in this world. I’ve known you since I was twelve, we got together at twenty–five, you’ve
been half of my life. How could I possibly fall for someone else?”
It was all lies.
On my phone was a message from my Senior Mantor:
“My PhD advisor is a big shot, you’ll love it here when you come.”
“God knows how much I’ve been looking forward to you coming, you’ve finally come to your senses! I always thought you were just playing around when you applied for the PhD.”
“I can’t wait anymore, when are you coming? I’ll set off fireworks at the airport to welcome you!”
Looking at the two people pouring their hearts out to each other in the distance, lowered my head and replied: “Tonight.” James’s bridal suite had been cleared of all traces of ma
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I wrote in advance in the wedding preparation diary: “Wedding countdown 2 days, I finally understand that one n
must love oneself first. It’s not that I’m unworthy of love, it’s that you’re unworthy of my love. There’s nothing wrong with me.” “Wedding countdown 1 day, this time seemed like I was giving you a chance, but actually, I was giving myself one. wouldn’t have regrets when we parted, I watched your every move with cold eyes, saw how you hurt me, saw your clear conscience, until I looked at you and felt no love, no ripples of emotion, and even started to find you utterly disgusting. I’ve turned the page on you, James. I’ve moved on.”
Then I packed my bags and turned off my phone.
I boarded the plane without looking back.
I must allow some people to appear briefly in my life.
If I love wrongly. I’ll bravely let go, ni boldly move forward, every road has an end.
But I’m also looking forward to what’s ahead.
James. I’m also running away from tomorrow’s wedding, aren’t you surprised?
Do you regret treating a girl like this, one who once had eyes only for you and sincerely imagined a future with