Chapter 362
Love Is Fair
Chapter 362 A Letter from Her Deceased Ex-Husband (2)
I suddenly miss you a lot.
Since you left Poya, every day Iâve spent missing you. I often lose sleep at night. I clutched the hairpin I got from you and looked at it over and over again, at the roses you carved and at the words âHailey Newmanâ you engraved, so much so that I couldnât pull my eyes away.
Itâs dawn in Poya and it should be just after nightfall in Bormintam. Is it cold there? Does it rain a lot?
Iâve been checking the weather in Bormintam every day, but I canât tell whatâs going. on in your mind.
Are you having a good time? It should be fine. After all, Iâm not around to annoy you. And with the company of your dear brother, Iâm sure you have a wonderful time.
I wish I could go to Bormintam to see you. I attempted to book a flight several times but couldnât fly because I had craniotomy surgery. If I go by boat, will you be so angry that youâll throw me into the Blue River?
Anyway, youâre really bad-tempered, just like a cat. Youâre usually cold and indifferent, but when you get angry, you immediately blast up. Your brothers do not dare to provoke you, and I dare not. Iâm afraid that youâll scratch my face. But I know that you donât care. Youâll only kill me. with your eyes. One look from you can make me collapse. I often think about what happened to me three years ago. I didnât find the real you under that well-behaved face. Thatâs how I was kept in the dark about you for three years. Itâs all my fault. My heart was blocked.
I donât know how I got through those three years. I just felt like I had a dream. In the dream, I fell into an abyss and was saved by an angel in white. But I remember the angelâs face so vaguely that you were right next to me, but I was blind to you. I always felt that you were not the real you.
I didnât wake up from this dream until the moment you left. I remember after I divorced you, I returned from the hospital to Moore Mansion, and the maid told me that you had left. I opened the door of the room and smelled the familiar scent of roses, which was left by you. Later that smell became weaker and weaker as you left. Until after it faded away, I began to panic. Because I know, you are gradually leaving my world. I hurt you so much. You took care of me for three years, but I never treated you well.
I am not worthy to be your husband.
I know that late affection is cheap and that you do not care to reunite with me. But I just canât let you go. So I still want to say:
I love you, I want to be with you!
I hope you will come back soon.
Your lovely, Owen Moore After reading this letter, Hailey Newman only felt bitterness in her mouth and could not tell what she felt. Especially when she saw the red seal âOwen Mooreâ stamped on the bottom right corner above his name, her heart was like being clenched tightly by someoneâs hand. She trembled with pain and sat down on the chair with weakness in her legs.
She sat on the chair for a while. She thought, âItâll be painful, but the quicker the better. Let me just read it all at once to see what else he has to say and what else can be said!â She opened the second letter, holding back her inner turmoil.
Dear Hailey, I still miss you a lot.
Iâve had a lot of bad luck lately. The happiest thing is that youâve re-friended me on WeChat! Iâm really happy, so happy! Every time I send you a message, waiting for your reply, it becomes the happiest moment in the past six months. How I wish I could talk to you more. Even one more sentence can make this happy feeling last. However, Iâm afraid to say more to make you bored.
When I see your words and hear your voice, the feeling of missing you becomes even stronger. I canât wait to break through the screen and appear in front of you. I have a thousand words to say to you. But I couldnât fully express it on WeChat, and I couldnât say it on the phone, so I wrote to you. Now I feel that the ancient âflying dove mailsâ is a romantic thing. Furthermore, the post office should be one of the greatest inventions.
The last letter should have arrived at the Garden of Rose. Youâre still in Bormintam, so you wonât read it. Let it be preserved a little longer because Iâm not sure that you will recognize my writing at once when you see it on the envelope. If you recognize it as mine, will you just tear it up and throw it in the trash? To be honest, I have no confidence at all. Then Iâll pretend you wonât read it, so Iâll have more guts.
These days my mind is restless. I always feel as if something is going to happen. My intuition. is not accurate in good things, but in bad things. Iâve been like this since I was a kid. However, as long as you can be safe and sound, everything is fine.
As for me â¦â¦ when I was a child, a fortune teller predicted that I was destined to suffer a lot in my life.
It is said that in the first half of my life I have to endure three sufferings. If I can. overcome them all, the second half of my life will be better. If I canât, then it doesnât matter. I donât know what these three tribulations will be, and I have never been afraid.
But now Iâm a little afraid that my short life will be spent on regret and loss of love. You have not forgiven me for what I have done. Before that, how can I die? Iâm also afraid that you will meet another man abroad. You find him better than me, more mature than me, gentler than me, more considerate than me, better for you thinking so, I really donât have any advantage yet.
When will you come back? Iâm really greedy. Iâm no longer satisfied with messaging and calling you. I desperately want to see you! Foreign countries are very open to sex. When I was abroad, I often saw people kissing in the street or making out in the alley â¦â¦ I beg you, even if you do meet the unbelievably perfect man, donât give yourself up so easily! Men want nothing more than sex. You must beware! You are not experienced enough, it is easy to get hurt.
What if I told you that actually nothing happened during that night we were in the hotel? Everything was faked by me. Would you stop hating me so much? Or would you hate me more for lying to you? Please come back and tell me.
I hope you will come back soon.
Your lovely, Owen Moore Hailey stared at the last paragraph with wide eyes, looking at it over and over again, only to feel the veins in her brain throbbing one after another. It turned out that they did not have sex that night in the hotel. She did not molest him with the intention of alcohol. Everything was pretended by him?! Hailey looked grim and was trembling with anger. âOwen Moore, f**k!!!â