Chapter 10
Tom drove back home as fast as he could.
Just in time, he encountered the delivery man at the gate of the neighborhood.
But the man was empty–handed.
“My package?” Tom grabbed him. “Didn’t you say Jane sent me a package?”
The delivery man was startled. “Mr. Howard? Your wife already signed for it. I just delivered it to her.”
“My wife?”
“Huh? No? But the lady just said she was Mrs. Howard…”
Tom rushed into the villa.
“Hailey! Where are you?”
At that moment, Hailey, who was in the bathroom, shivered in shock.
She threw the things in her hands into the toilet and frantically pressed the flush button, but the next second, the bathroom door was kicked open by Tom.
He grabbed the box in her hands and anxiously started flipping through it.
-It was all photos.
From when he was a child to when he was a grown man.
He was wearing school uniforms, basketball outfits, suits, and casual clothes.
Front, side, back, all were there.
They were all his photos.
They were taken by Jane.
Some of them he knew, others he had no idea about. They were candid shots Jane had taken when he wasn’t paying attention.
From the beginning, when she was still learning, to later when her photography skills became flawless, Jane’s photography had essentially evolved while practicing on him.
The early photos, though not as polished, still radiated a warmth and love that made him look like he was bathed in golden light.
Her love, captured through the lens, overflowed almost to the point of spilling over.
Later, under her lens, he transformed into a tall and mature man.
Sometimes, he was focused on work, sometimes eating with tenderness. Every photo was completely about him.
Tom flipped through them frantically, crying as he laughed
Jane loved him.
She was telling him through these photos, that she had liked him all along, since childhood.
When he reached the last photo, Tom froze.
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Chapter 10
It was his wedding photo.
Taken by Jane herself.
He was wearing a white tuxedo, and in his arm was the hand of another woman.
His heart suddenly jolted, pain shooting through him in an instant.
He pressed a hand to his chest, but the photo slipped from his fingertips.