Chapter 14
On our wedding day, Edward gave me a grand celebration, flowers everywhere, fireworks all night. The whole city knew about it.
When a guest joked that I must have earned this marriage with Edward in a past life, Edward sneered and promptly had the person thrown out.
Then, after the vows, he stood tall and declared.
“I had been living under the Buckley family’s thumb.
“In this life, I’ll be a Buckley forever.”
Edward knew that my heart might not entirely belong to him, but the way he treated me had never changed.
On our wedding night, he held me tightly as if afraid I would slip away and disappear.
It wasn’t until I pressed him that he told me.
Gregory had committed suicide.
Before he passed, he was conscious for a while and sent Edward the medical report I had left in the studio, along with a letter for me.
The letter was long.
Every word was filled with regret towards me.
It talked about a nightmare he had.
In the dream, he forced me to divorce, but I wouldn’t compromise. So, he set me up, sending me into the beds of several men.
In the end, I was so desperate that I attempted suicide by slashing my wrists.
He said that he hadn’t meant it in the dream. He only wanted me to compromise, never expecting to drive me to the point of hopelessness and
death.
And he never knew that my illness was real.
He said that if he had known, he would never have treated me this way.
When he saw all the blood in the bathroom, his heart broke. He wished it were him who had died, not me.
The letter ended with: [Thankfully, the nightmare didn’t come true.]
And one more line: [I’m sorry.]
I let out a cold laugh.
Finally, I casually threw the letter into the trash can, along with the medical report.
“Ms. Buckley, Edward said, his brow furrowing slightly.
I spoke softly, “The old Katherine was sick, but I’m not the same as I was before.
“In this life, I’ll be a Buckley forever.”
Edward knew that my heart might not entirely belong to him, but the way he treated me had never changed.
On our wedding night, he held me tightly as if afraid I would slip away and disappear.
It wasn’t until I pressed him that he told me.
Gregory had committed suicide.
Before he passed, he was conscious for a while and sent Edward the medical report I had left in the studio, along with a letter for me.
The letter was long.
Every word was filled with regret towards me.
It talked about a nightmare he had.
In the dream, he forced me to divorce, but I wouldn’t compromise. So, he set me up, sending me into the beds of several men.
In the end, I was so desperate that I attempted suicide by slashing my wrists.
He said that he hadn’t meant it in the dream. He only wanted me to compromise, never expecting to drive me to the point of hopelessness a
death.
And he never knew that my illness was real.
He said that if he had known, he would never have treated me this way.
When he saw all the blood in the bathroom, his heart broke. He wished it were him who had died, not me.
The letter ended with: [Thankfully, the nightmare didn’t come true.]
And one more line: [I’m sorry.]
I let out a cold laugh.
Finally, I casually threw the letter into the trash can, along with the medical report.
“Ms. Buckley, Edward said, his brow furrowing slightly.
I spoke softly, “The old Katherine was sick, but I’m not the same as I was before.
“After leaving him, the sickness is gone.”
For a long moment, Edward smiled, a mix of helplessness and affection.
I looked at him and smiled.
Thank goodness.
In this life, I lost nothing.
(The End)
