Just like when we were madly in love, he called out my name gently, “Christine.”
I stood still.
The music in the background played on.
Yet, for some reason, there was a slight ache in
my heart.
Perhaps I was grieving for the Christine who had overheard the conversation that night.
Or perhaps I was grieving for the Christine who was given such an abrupt breakup.
Or perhaps I was grieving for the Christine who had been foolishly in love for seven years, only to take seven days
to let it all go.
“Christine, I came to take you back to Gold City.” Hansen never spared Landon a glance.
He looked at me with an incredibly tender expression.
I couldn’t even remember the last time he had looked at me this way.
He stopped a meter away from me. “Christine, let’s go back and get married. This time, we’ll be good to each other, okay?”
He sounded incredibly sincere, so much so that I almost believed that the Hansen who had promised to be committed to another woman not long ago was just a figment of my imagination.
But it was too late, Hansen.
A shattered heart could not be pieced back together.
And the new heart that emerged from it already belonged to someone else.
I shook my head, “Hansen, just leave.”
Hansen pleaded, “Christine, I’ve never touched Mindy. I broke up with her in less than three days. I had the wedding dress you bought restored by a master tailor. I kept our rings safe too. Christine, I even had a new diamond ring, custom–made. I mean it this time…”
The more Hansen spoke, the more his eyes reddened. His voice was trembling as well.
He took out an exquisite ring box, offering it to me with a look of fragile hope and eagerness. Looking at him, I couldn’t deny that it still hurt me.
