Once that was dealt with, I moved into my brother’s house.
He cried tears of happiness when he saw my recovered eyesight and thanked the Lord.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he frowned and mused, “Who knows, maybe you’d have regained your sight earlier if you’d agreed to leave with me. It’s all that b*stard’s fault.”
1 smiled comfortingly. “It’s not too late now.”
My brother was right.
I remember how clear and innocent Jared’s eyes were when we first met. He respected me, and always put me first.
loved me,
Even when I had a sudden craving for cake miles away in the middle of the night, he indulged my whims and booked us a flight without hesitation.
I thought I had met my true love. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world.
That was until the car accident when everything changed.
It happened on a sharp turn along a mountain road. The brake jammed, and I couldn’t control the steering wheel. The car veered off the cliff with both of us inside.
I remember Jared shouting and cushioning me before I lost consciousness.
After that, he recovered fully, while I was left with a blood clot that impaired my vision.
I couldn’t accept such a cruel reality. I made multiple attempts on my life.
Jared was the one who stayed by my side, comforting and taking care of me.
He said, “No matter what happens to you, I will always be by your side. Until death pulls me away from
you.
“I love you, Vanessa. I always will.”
Those words became my pillar of strength, but they also became the metal cage that trapped me.
“Why did you suddenly agree to come anyway?” my brother asked, a questioning look in his eyes.
After a moment’s thought, I smiled. “Because he’s a bistard.”
He patted my shoulder silently. “You’ll always have me.”
My family’s support soothed my broken heart. Over time, the frustrations Jared brought into my life began to fade.
I restarted my career and resumed my work as a wedding planner.