Chapter 25
I started drinking heavily and not coming home, using
ng this to numb myself. I told everyone I was married, that I had a wife
who was beautiful, and that I had loved her for over ten years before finally winning her heart.
I often curled up alone in bed, laughing and crying over my chat history with Emily on my phone. Those sweet words,
intimate expressions, and her voice messages–poch one was like a sharp knife, cutting deep into my heart. The very things
that once brought me immense happiness had now become the cruelest irony.
They all said I was crazy.
I wasn’t crazy: I just missed her terribly. We used to kiss on the balcony until dawn. Her lips were soft and burning hot, our
tongues intertwined as we fell onto the carpet, making love passionately. In that moment, I thought I had the whole world!
But now I had destroyed it all with my own hands.
Hannah came looking for me again.
I didn’t see her; she wouldn’t give up.
She finally caught me at the bar: “James, what are you doing?”
What am I doing?
I’m drinking. After Emily left, I lost interest in everything. I can’t bear to go home, it’s full of memories of her, but without
her presence.
Drinking and indulgence are the only ways to release these pent–up emotions.
“Hannah, Just leave, okay?”
Sho come up and hugged me: “She’s so old, she wasted so much of your time. Why won’t you look at me?”
“I’m young, and more importantly, I love you. I’ve loved you wholeheartedly for ten years. You’re the only one in my eyes
and heart. I’m much purer than her”
Purer?
I pushed her away roughly, fooling a sting in my eyes.
I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since. Every time I close my eyes, Emily’s image floods in like a tidal wave, drowning me
in endless longing and pain.
I thought I’d feel satisfaction after hurting her back, but I don’t. I only feel a heartache so intense I can barely breathe,
When it’s quiet at night and I remember those sweet moments, it’s as if a thousand knives are tearing my heart apart!
From when we met at twelve until twenty–eight, sixteen yours.
I actually lost her. Iregret it so much.
I truly regret it so much.
Without warning, I covered my face and broke down sobbing.
Hannah tried to approach, but I looked up at her coldly: “If you don’t want to disappear, then leave.”
“Also, the financial support ends here.”
That night I returned to the bridal suite Emily and I had shared. I lay on the floor of the study, curled up holding the wedding dress. We had once kissed, caressed, and entangled ourselves passionately here… Her body was hot and soft, avery inch of her skin axuding an enchanting fragrance. We caressed each other fervently until dawn… But now the room
was left cold and empty.
