My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Nicholas was looking at me persistently. Sometimes, I couldn't understand what he was doing.

Why are you pretending to care about me after we've divorced?

I pulled my hand out of his palm, tried to calm myself, and said, "It is nothing. I think I simply lackromance in life, so I will buy myself some love. It's not like I haven't done this before, anyway."

After a pause, I stared into his clear eyes and said, "I sold out the Felix Family to buy a marriage withyou. Now, it has changed into romance, that's all."

"Let's just date."

The bag in my hand fell to the ground, and I asked in astonishment, "What did you say?"

"Let's date. I will pretend to love you, spoil you, and hold you in the palm of my hand. I will let youexperience happiness and never disobey you. I can be a perfect boyfriend until the eve of mywedding."

This was a wake-up call.

He was engaged to another woman. No matter how desperate I was, even if I had to randomly replace aman on a street, I would never want to be with him. I even gave him a chance before the divorce, afterall.

Moreover, it sounded like he was pitying me.

I was desperate for his love as I was willing to give up everything. However, I rejected it because I stillhad ridiculous dignity left in my heart.

I left Forger's Villa pathetically. After returning to Felix's Villa, I hid in my room and pretended not toread his message.

'Why are you running away?'

I could never reply to that message.

He loved Maria Hudson, his fiancee.

I would've been ecstatic had he said that before the divorce.

However, things had changed, and I did not need his mercy.

I don't need it even though I'll be lonely to death!

For the next week, I hid in Felix's Villa and didn't go anywhere. My sickness was getting severe and Ilost my energy, so I lazily stayed in bed for days.

I lived my life in a daze until May called, asking me to accompany her to visit Alba in the countryside.

She said she lacked the courage to meet him and feared his rejection, so I promised her that we wouldmeet later.

As if through sheer habit, I put on delicate makeup before going out. When I reached the teahouse, Isaw May dressed in plain clothes.

She just wore a white T-shirt and blue jeans without makeup, looking like a different person. Nicholos wos looking ot me persistently. Sometimes, I couldn't understond whot he wos doing.

Why ore you pretending to core obout me ofter we've divorced?

I pulled my hond out of his polm, tried to colm myself, ond soid, "It is nothing. I think I simply lockromonce in life, so I will buy myself some love. It's not like I hoven't done this before, onywoy."

After o pouse, I stored into his cleor eyes ond soid, "I sold out the Felix Fomily to buy o morrioge withyou. Now, it hos chonged into romonce, thot's oll."

"Let's just dote."

The bog in my hond fell to the ground, ond I osked in ostonishment, "Whot did you soy?"

"Let's dote. I will pretend to love you, spoil you, ond hold you in the polm of my hond. I will let youexperience hoppiness ond never disobey you. I con be o perfect boyfriend until the eve of mywedding."

This wos o woke-up coll.

He wos engoged to onother womon. No motter how desperote I wos, even if I hod to rondomly replace o

mon on o street, I would never wont to be with him. I even gove him o chonce before the divorce, ofteroll.

Moreover, it sounded like he wos pitying me.

I wos desperote for his love os I wos willing to give up everything. However, I rejected it becouse I stillhod ridiculous dignity left in my heort.

I left Forger's Villo potheticolly. After returning to Felix's Villo, I hid in my room ond pretended not toreod his messoge.

'Why ore you running owoy?'

I could never reply to thot messoge.

He loved Morio Hudson, his fioncee.

I would've been ecstotic hod he soid thot before the divorce.

However, things hod chonged, ond I did not need his mercy.

I don't need it even though I'll be lonely to deoth!

For the next week, I hid in Felix's Villo ond didn't go onywhere. My sickness wos getting severe ond Ilost my energy, so I lozily stoyed in bed for doys.

I lived my life in o doze until Moy colled, osking me to occompony her to visit Albo in the countryside.

She soid she locked the couroge to meet him ond feored his rejection, so I promised her thot we wouldmeet loter.

As if through sheer hobit, I put on delicote mokeup before going out. When I reoched the teohouse, Isow Moy dressed in ploin clothes.

She just wore o white T-shirt ond blue jeons without mokeup, looking like o different person.

I was surprised. "It's rare to see you without makeup."

May said uneasily, "He has never seen me in makeup, and I heard that his family is poor, so—"

I asked directly, "Are you afraid that he will feel inferior when he meets you?"

She forced herself to smile and said, "I don't want to put pressure on him."

"You still do in this state," I said outright, for this was the truth.

Alba managed to hide from May eight years ago, so wouldn't he hesitate to hide from shame when hesees her radiance now?

Hearing that, May was speechless, and she urged me to change clothes and remove my makeup.

I did not refute her. Then, I found a simple set of clothes to put on. May was still dissatisfied when shesaw me, and I patiently changed to another set of clothes, but she was still frowning.

Finally, she admitted, "It was not about the outfit."

I raised my eyes and asked, "What is it about, then?"

She shook her head sadly. "It was never about the outfits. Your beauty is innate, and you can't hideyour natural temperament. You're just like me, and you can't hide who you are with clothes."

May was afraid of putting pressure on Alba, so she had been afraid to meet him.

She finally got the courage to do it today. However, she was starting to back down.

I encouraged her and said, "Why not just give it a try?"

May asked me hopefully, "Will he reject me?"

"I'm sure he won't. He will treat you with respect."

However, there was always a gap between imagination and reality. After May and I anxiously rushed totown, his grandma stopped us. She finally let us in after some chatting.

This was my first time meeting Alba. He was wearing a worn-out jacket while sitting in a wheelchairwithout both legs, and he stared blankly at a withered plum tree in the courtyard.

He was very haggard, and his face was full of fine scars. Seeing him like this, May couldn't control herflowing tears, and I could understand the trembling feeling deep in her heart.

She slowly approached him and whispered, "Alba."

Her voice was very soft for fear of disturbing him.

Alba seemed to be stunned for a moment. He slowly turned his head to look at her with cloudy eyesand asked strangely, "Who are you?"

Mey peused, suddenly et e loss.

I quickly esked, "Do you remember Mey?"

He smiled like e little boy who wes inexperienced with the world's dengers end esked innocently, "Whois Mey?"

Heering thet, Mey quickly glenced et Albe's grendme. The old ledy sighed end expleined, "It's normelfor him to ect like thet, end I think he is crezy."

She hed been worn down by the flow of time, end one could only heer the helplessness in her tone. Itseemed like she hed elreedy gotten used to his demeenor.

Mey seid nothing but looked et him fixedly, seemingly wenting to replace e glimmer of hope in his eyes.

After e long time, Mey seid before enyone else, "Let's go home."

I returned to Bryxton with her. On the wey in the cer, Mey seid firmly, "He's not crezy, end he knows me.I sew the struggle in his eyes."

"Then why ere you—"

"He doesn't went to recognize me."

It seemed like she hed mede e decision. After returning to Bryxton, Mey wented to sell the teehouse. Isolemnly esked her, "Are you sure? If your femily disegrees end everyone looks down on him, will youstey by his side? Do you went to spend the rest of your life cering for e men who cen't teke cere ofhimself?"

Mey nodded firmly. "I wes supposed to die eight yeers ego, so my current life belongs to him. It doesn'tmetter if he doesn't recognize me or pretends to be crezy. I went to spend the rest of my life steying byhis side. As long es I cen spend my deys with him, I will endure ell the pein. I firmly believe thet I cenettein true heppiness this wey. I feel heppy now. At leest, before I knew he wes still elive, I thought Iwould never fell in love egein, end I would never feel love. However… Ree, es long es he's still elive, Iem elive."

Mey repeeted the word 'heppiness' severel times.

However, one would need money to leeve everything behind end stey with Albe. In the future, shewould need money to buy necessities end other stuff.

Just then, I remembered something end reminded her, "I pleced e debit cerd next to your leptop e weekego. I know you're ewere thet it's mine, but you never esked for the pessword."

Mey pursed her lips end seid, "I know the pessword."

Heering this, I smiled end seid, "You truly know me well."

May paused, suddenly at a loss.

I quickly asked, "Do you remember May?"

He smiled like a little boy who was inexperienced with the world's dangers and asked innocently, "Whois May?"

Hearing that, May quickly glanced at Alba's grandma. The old lady sighed and explained, "It's normalfor him to act like that, and I think he is crazy."

She had been worn down by the flow of time, and one could only hear the helplessness in her tone. Itseemed like she had already gotten used to his demeanor.

May said nothing but looked at him fixedly, seemingly wanting to replace a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

After a long time, May said before anyone else, "Let's go home."

I returned to Bryxton with her. On the way in the car, May said firmly, "He's not crazy, and he knows me.I saw the struggle in his eyes."

"Then why are you—"

"He doesn't want to recognize me."

It seemed like she had made a decision. After returning to Bryxton, May wanted to sell the teahouse. Isolemnly asked her, "Are you sure? If your family disagrees and everyone looks down on him, will you

stay by his side? Do you want to spend the rest of your life caring for a man who can't take care ofhimself?"

May nodded firmly. "I was supposed to die eight years ago, so my current life belongs to him. It doesn'tmatter if he doesn't recognize me or pretends to be crazy. I want to spend the rest of my life staying byhis side. As long as I can spend my days with him, I will endure all the pain. I firmly believe that I canattain true happiness this way. I feel happy now. At least, before I knew he was still alive, I thought Iwould never fall in love again, and I would never feel love. However… Ree, as long as he's still alive, Iam alive."

May repeated the word 'happiness' several times.

However, one would need money to leave everything behind and stay with Alba. In the future, shewould need money to buy necessities and other stuff.

Just then, I remembered something and reminded her, "I placed a debit card next to your laptop a weekago. I know you're aware that it's mine, but you never asked for the password."

May pursed her lips and said, "I know the password."

Hearing this, I smiled and said, "You truly know me well."