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“You two are just in a contractual marriage! There’s no love between you. Don’t use such underhanded tactics to
threaten Blake just because you can’t accept it and ruin my chance at happiness!”
Though she never said it outright, the accusation was crystal clear: I was the villain, the one who had maliciously destroyed her picture–perfect future.
The online chatter around me grew louder, and soon, people had dug up my job details. Under Solomon’s
studio’s official social media account, they unleashed a barrage of insults.
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Solomon tried to comfort me, telling me to ignore the trolls, assuring me that time would heal everything and this, too, would pass.
But this time, Kendall’s actions had gone too far; she hadn’t just targeted me, she’d dragged everyone around
me into the mess.
Enough was enough.
I retrieved my old phone, the one with all the arrogant messages from Kendall and Blake’s desperate pleas to make me stay. With determination, I posted a public clarification using Solomon’s studio’s official account.
[Even if it’s just a contractual marriage, you can’t deny the truth; one of you betrayed, and the other simply turned a blind eye!]
[And let’s be clear. I never set out to ruin your happiness. It was your fiancé who shamelessly begged me to come back!]
The silence hung thick in the air.
As soon as my post went live, it caught fire, spreading like wildfire across social media. The outraged netizens, once deceived, now lashed out, turning their fury toward Kendall.
Realizing the public tide was turning against her, Kendall had no choice but to go live, her voice trembling with frustration. She accused Blake of being utterly ineffective, claiming he had a twisted mind for confessing his love to her when she was still underage. She painted him as a man who had cruelly betrayed her feelings.
She dragged Blake’s name through the mud, pulling him into the cruel light of the public eye.
But through it all, Blake remained silent. Not a single word in his defo
And then, as if summoned by the storm of chaos he had helped stir, Blake appeared before me.
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He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in ages, the weariness of sleepless nights etched his face,
bloodshot veins streaking his eyes.
When I first noticed him, he had come to a halt in the doorway of the studio. A few snowflakes drifted down, gently resting on his shoulders. He heard the sound, slowly lifting his gaze.
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His eyes widened in surprise when they met mine, then slowly reddened, as if the weight of the moment was too
much to bear.
“Laura…”
His voice trembled, soft and pitiful, like a lost puppy searching for its master.
I couldn’t recall the last time he had called me that. But now, there wasn’t a flicker of warmth in my heart.
“Is there something you need?” I asked, my voice flat and devoid of my gaze.
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He raised his hand, his cold fingers brushing mine. His touch was light, almost pleading.
“I don’t want to divorce. Please come home with me. We can be like we were before… I promise…” “Like we were before?” I interrupted him, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “You mean like before when me in a cage of control, humiliated me with those women you brought home, and treated me like a servant to your precious lovers?”
“Am I really so low in your eyes, Blake, that you think I’d ever go back?”
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I could still hear the echo of his mocking voice, ridiculing my ignorance, dismissing my feelings as if they were nothing. But somehow, I didn’t even hold it against him anymore.
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After all, the choices I made were mine alone to bear. The five years I spent shackled by my own decisions had
come at a steep price.
But those five years were a result of my own choosing, and now, the path I took was no longer shaped by anyone but my own heart.
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but my own heart.
“I won’t do it again, I promise. I swear, I’ll never do it again…”
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Blake’s eyes were bloodshot, his steps slow and hesitant as he edged closer to me. “I thought I had always loved Kendall. But it wasn’t until you left, until you slipped away completely from my life, that I truly realized…”
“I’ve spent every waking moment searching for you, but you were nowhere to be found. Now, I finally know what it feels like to lose everything.”
“I’m not sure if this is love, but I know one thing: I don’t want to lose you. I want to be with you forever.”
“Please come back to me. I swear I’ll love you the way you deserve.”
I furrowed my brow, my heart still as cold and unyielding as stone.
“I used to believe you were my light,” I said, my voice steady but cold. “Before Kendall, you were the one who saved me from my own hell. You were my god, the one I thought I’d be with forever.”
“But Blake, it took me five years to truly see you for who you are.”
“Now, when I look at you, all I feel is disgust and hatred, the same way you once looked at me.”
“Don’t ever come near me again. Without you, my life is nothing but better.”
I turned sharply, walking past him, my steps echoing in the empty space between us.
Blake’s voice echoed through the air, each desperate shout of my name thick with sorrow.
But not once did my steps slow or falter.
When I left work that evening, he was still waiting by the door.
The snow had settled on his shoulders, forming a heavy, unmoving blanket, and his face, pale and frozen, seemed to reflect the emptiness inside him.
The security guard told me he hadn’t eaten or drunk a single thing, having waited there all day without rest.
“Laura…”
“I won’t give up. I truly believe I love you now, and I’ll wait for the day you change your mind.”
This time, I didn’t spare him a single word.
True to his word, Blake showed up almost every day, standing by the entrance and following me home like a lost puppy, trailing behind at a distance.
Some of my colleagues, moved by his persistence, tried to sway me, urging me to reconsider.
Maybe, they said, if I gave him another chance, I could find a new kind of happiness.
I just smiled, unable to find the words to explain that the only thing I could find now was peace.
“If you’d seen the man you once loved bring ninety–nine women home, night after night, for five long years, you’d
think differently.”
The colleague fell silent, and the next day, she looked at Blake with nothing but disdain in her eyes.
Half a month later, Blake disappeared.
Riker told me Blake had ended up in prison.
It was Kendall who had reported him, accusing him of involvement in shady dealings, which led to everything being seized, along with a mountain of debt that crushed him.
In a fit of fury, Blake lashed out at Kendall, beating her within an inch of her life.
Her face was left scarred, and both her legs were broken.
She cried like a broken doll in court, and in the end, Blake was sentenced to five years behind bars.
Another five years.
It seemed as if the number would haunt me forever.
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Her face was left scarred, and both her legs were broken.
She cried like a broken doll in court, and in the end, Blake was sentenced to five years behind bars.
Another five years.
It seemed as if the number would haunt me forever.
But I was fine. I had moved on. The future that awaited me was vibrant, full of color and possibilities.
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The next time I saw Blake was five years later.
I had just opened my own personal design exhibition, stepping out of the hall, surrounded by admiring faces.
In the crowd, my gaze caught a familiar figure almost instantly.
He was hiding in the back, and though his usual calm eyes were now filled with panic, he couldn’t escape the connection. As soon as our eyes met, he quickly turned away, like a man caught in the act.
Five years.
He stood there, just as I had been once, cast aside by the world, with nothing left to hold onto.
I passed by him, my gaze deliberately avoiding him.
“Laura!”
His desperate cry echoed behind me.
I paused, turning slowly to face him.
“Just one more chance. Let’s talk, okay?”
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips.
“Who’s this beggar? Someone call security. Get him out of my sight. I don’t want filth like him straining my eyes.”
Some things could never be forgotten.
Some scars could never be healed, not in this lifetime.
I could never reconcile with the Blake I once knew, no matter the price he had to pay.
As I gazed at my designs displayed on the screen of the tall building nearby, a sense of peace washed over me.
What became of him from this point on was none of my concern.
As for me, I had already embraced my new life, one filled with promise.
