My senior said, “I hope you never run into these two ominous pieces of work again in your life.”
Chapter 14
Speak of the devil. After I finished giving a speech representing outstanding PhDs, I saw Ethan Williams backstage.
He grabbed my wrist. “Sophie.”
“I’m sorry, can you hear me out just once?”
I pulled my hand back, looking at him with nothing but coldness in my eyes. “Does it matter?”
His face was haggard, and he choked up so much he could barely speak. “Sophia Johnson, you can’t do this to me. Even criminals get a chance to testify, you can’t just sentence me to death directly like this.”
I calmly looked at this face I once loved. “An ending that’s already set in stone won’t change just because you say sorry and I say it’s okay, or because you explain and I forgive you.”
He still wouldn’t give up. “Do I really not get any chance to make it up to you at all?”
“Would it be meaningful? The moment you said that disgusting line about Oliver Smith being the only one chasing me, we had no futura.”
I thought for a moment and continued, “Maybe I had some retaliatory motives when I went along with your act back then, creating those happy memories you talked about. I even tolerated it for so many days with a bit of hope for you. But you still couldn’t let it go and just wanted to ditch the wedding to humiliate me. Ethan Williams, what else is there to say? I don’t owe you anything.”
“lowe
“I owe you.” Ethan Williams explained urgently, the redness in his eyes even more apparent. “That’s what I owe you, that’s
why I
me to find you. I wasn’t going to run away from the wedding that day. I only saw you as my bride,”
“The only bride in this life,”
I used to read novels where the female lead would gather enough disappointment and leave the male lead, and I would really look forward to the plot of the male lead chasing after her. I felt that the male lead regretting, feeling guilty, and
realizing the female lead’s importance to him the biggest punishment for him.
But now that this kind of plot is happening to me, I don’t feel the vindication I imagined.
Maybe it’s because compared to the real feelings I poured in, their regret is really not worth mentioning.
“Our relationship ended three years ago. You should go.”
