Chapter 138
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
âHow? He canât let go of Rebecca, and he doesnât want to grant me a divorce. Tell me, Macy, how
should I have the discussion with him?â
âThen, you divorce him. Write it down clearly on paper and make clean cuts when you cut ties with him.
From then on, no one has the right to interfere in each otherâs private lives.â
I wanted to, but it would not be as simple as that anymore. Throwing the towel aside, I sat in the
armchair and sighed, âI met John at the train station, and he left the place with me. Then, I met Ashton
at the exit of the train station. Ashton now thinks I have something with John, so he refuses to get a
divorce.â
âF*ck,â she swore. âWhat kind of f*cking luck is that?â
Youâre asking me?
âWhat are you going to do now?â
Gripping the phone, I muttered, âI donât know. I can only hope to give birth to the baby safely now.â
My stomach was already at this size, and I could not possibly change my mind about the pregnancy
now. John was right. I was a lone wolf that belonged nowhere.
This baby would be the only person I could fully trust. I had no reason not to give birth to the baby as
this baby was not for Ashton.
This baby was my only salvation.
After ending Macyâs call, the sun had set. Someone knocked on the door.
I opened the door to find that it was Mrs. Eriksen. She had a bowl of hot chicken soup in her hands,
and she said to me, âYou must be hungry. Mr. Ashton told me to make some chicken soup for you.â
I had my lunch late in the afternoon, and John had forced me to eat a larger portion than I usually did.
Hence, I did not have an appetite for food at that moment. However, looking at Mrs. Eriksenâs smile, I
realized I could not possibly reject her.
Thus, I answered, âOkay. Thank you, Mrs. Eriksen.â
Reaching out to take the bowl from her, Mrs. Eriksen hastily said, âDonât! Iâll do it. Itâs too hot, and Iâm
afraid you might scald yourself.â
After putting the bowl onto the table and wiping her hands, she inquired, âDid you have a fight with Mr.
Ashton?â
It was normal for her to have heard our loud argument from downstairs.
Therefore, I nodded and sat down by the side of the table. âYes.â
She sighed, seemingly exasperated. âYou young people are always so short-tempered. Why canât you
discuss everything calmly instead? Did you have to get into an argument?â
I smiled but said nothing to that. I knew best what happened between the two of us, not Mrs. Eriksen.
âLetty.â She sat down beside me and held my hand. âYouâve been with the Fullers for almost three
years. Iâve practically raised Mr. Ashton myself. Heâs a short-tempered and quiet man, so heâll keep
many things in his heart.â
She then sighed, âAfter you came to the Fullers, Mr. Fuller thought Mr. Ashton will open up and become
kinder if you two spent time together. However, the two of you kept arguing day and night. Since youâre
both married, why donât you try to make life easier?â
I knew Mrs. Eriksen said that with good intentions, so I patted her hand and consoled, âMrs. Erikson,
the scariest thing someone can do is to try to change a person. I wonât try to change Ashton, and I
canât, anyway. This is my fate. Iâll try my best to refrain from arguing with him from now on. Donât worry.â
With reddened eyes, she shook her head gently. âYouâre young, and you have to remember to cherish
the days of you two being together. Otherwise, when you grow old and look back at your memories,
youâll realize that you let the person go too easilyâthat youâve let go of your love halfway down the
road. When youâre in your twilight years, youâll realize your life is full of regrets. Itâs normal to have
regrets, but if those are all you have, youâll feel awful about your hasty decision.â
I nodded, not knowing what to tell her. Now that I thought about it, the wall between Ashton and I did
not seem towering.
It was a small wall, built up by many insignificant matters. Yet, when all these trivial matters piled up
together, it was impossible for me not to explode in anger. I couldnât list out everything that troubled me
clearly, for the grievances in my heart had long merged into one.
âThank you, Mrs. Eriksen.â I knew she wanted us to live a better life than this.
However, she seemed to sense that I did not plan to heed her words, so she sighed, âYouâre just too
stubborn.â
A laugh escaped me, and I nodded. âYouâre right.â
Feeling helpless, she paused for a second before continuing, âLetty, donât think that you donât have a
place in Mr. Ashtonâs heart. Last night, he asked where you were multiple times after he came home.
You changed your phone number, so he thought you left for good. He was so anxious that he did
everything he could to find out where you were. When he found out you were at Q City, he nearly
rushed to look for you. You know he just came out of the hospital, and he hasnât fully recovered yet;
heâs supposed to be resting. Dr. Crest was afraid that something might happen to him if he went to look
for you, so he stopped him. That was why he left early this morning to pick you up.â
A few beats later, she sighed again. âI can see that Mr. Ashton cares for you a lot and you clearly care
for him, too. Why canât you both just stay by each otherâs side peacefully?â
âMrs. Erikson, were you in the middle of cooking?â I interrupted.
Immediately, she stopped and took a whiff of the air. Then, she jumped to her feet. âOh no! I was
making stew for Mr. Ashton!â