By the next morning, my entire body ached, my back sore and my legs weak. Even after forcing myself to get to the office, I felt utterly drained.
As I made my way to my office for a quick break, I was het with an unwelcome sight–Eugene kneeling on one knee, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Opal, I know I was wrong. Please forgive ine.”
I had no patience to deal with him and only wanted to retreat to my office for some much–needed rest. Without sparing him much attention, I replied curtly, If you’re going to act crazy, do it somewhere else. Don’t bother me.”
As I turned to leave, Eugene quickly got up and reached out. He accidentally pulled off the silk scarf around my neck to reveal the unmistakable hickeys trailing down my neck.
“Opal…”
Snatching the scarf from his hands, I scoffed. “Crazy guy.”
But Eugene wasn’t ready to give up. He looked at me with a desperate intensity.
“Opal, I truly regret everything. I know I was wrong. I’ll do anything if you can just forgive me.”
I let out a cold laugh, stepping closer to him and lowering my voice so only he could hear.
“Regret what? Regret the way you treated me in our last life? Haven’t you learned by now that a love confessed too late is worth less than dirt?”
The color drained from Eugene’s face, leaving him pale and ashen as he stared at me, stunned.
I moved to walk past him toward my office, but before I could, he darted to the nearby window.
With half his body already out the window, he shouted, “Opal, if you can’t forgive me, I’d rather jump right now!”
I stared at Eugene, speechless, unsure of how to respond. Before I could say a word, Evan appeared behind me. Taking my hand, he pulled me into his arms, holding me protectively.
“It’s fine. Go ahead and jump. I’ll have your mother thrown out of the family by tomorrow.”
“You!”
Eugene stared at him in disbelief, clearly shocked that the usually gentle and composed Evan would resort to such a blunt threat.
Finally, with no other choice, he stepped down from the window, his expression dark.
As he left, he cast me a lingering, sorrowful glance, but I didn’t care. My engagement to Evan was already finalized, and I had far more important things to focus on.
Planning the wedding consumed all my time. Between managing the endless details, running the company during the day, and keeping up with Evan’s boundless energy at night, I barely had a moment to breathe.
2/3
Chapter 7
When a friend mentioned Eugene again, it felt like heating about a distant memory.
“You heard, right? Eugene’s been forced out of the country by Evan. Did you know about this?”
I shook my head. I hadn’t paid attention to Eugene’s affairs in ages. It was only through that conversation I learned that my father had found yet another “true love.”
Apparently, this one gave him a son. As someone who always valued sons over daughters, my father immediately abandoned Sharon and her mother, marrying this new woman without hesitation.
Feeling utterly betrayed, Sharon decided to take matters into her own hands. She emptied Eugene’s company accounts, took the money, and fled abroad with her mother.
With no other options, Eugene struck a deal with Evart. If Eugene left the country with his mother and stayed out of their way, Evan would give him a sum of money to ensure a comfortable life for both of them.
Eugene had no choice but to accept. He took the money and moved abroad with his mother.
However, what I didn’t expect was to receive shocking news on my wedding day with Evan: Eugene was arrested.
Eugene and Sharon truly seemed bound by fate–how else would they cross paths on a random street in a foreign country?
When enemies meet, tempers are bound to flare.
In a country where guns were not restricted, Eugene shot Sharon dead in the middle of the street. He was arrested on the spot by the police.
But none of that had anything to do with me anymore.
At that moment, I was lounging on the couch, playfully whining to Evan.
“I’m really tired today. Can’t I just rest for one night?”
Evan didn’t respond with words.
Instead, he scooped me up effortlessly and carried me toward the bedroom.
“Then rest on the bed, and I’ll do all the work.”
“No, wait…”
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