No More Love No More Hurt by Ciciya
Chapter 14

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“How do you know so much? It’s like you were at someone’s window and saw it with your own eyes.“I looked at Howard with a smile on my face.

Howard scratched his nose shyly. “I had someone keep an eye on her door,” he admitted. “Just in case something happened, you know.”

He smiled at me and asked softly, “Are you happy now?”

I replied, “I am very happy. My grandma should be happy too.”

Then it hit me. “Did you send someone there just to make me happy?”

Howard’s ears turned a little red. “No, it’s just my way of showing sincerity to my partners.”

I nodded dubiously, choosing to believe him.

Howard suggested we discuss some remaining contract details over dinner. I agreed and

got into his

car. When we arrived at destination, Howard pulled out a large bunch of tulips from somewhere and thrust them into my hand.

As I smiled at Howard, my gaze followed his to the figure standing next to him. It was Henry, holding a tulip in his hand. Soon after, someone called the police, and Henry was staring at me and Howard before he was escorted into the patrol car.

Once the patrol car drove away, I returned the tulips to Howard. “Thank you, but I’m not a fan of tulips.”

I preferred sunflowers.

I felt Howard understood the underlying message. His eyes

waiting for me at home.

But I would never sacrifice myself for any man ag

Side Story: Henry

oftened, reminding me of the Husky

I finally married Wendy. She looked gorgeous on our wedding day. As her grandmother handed me the jade amulet, I felt a surge of gratitude and determination.

I promised her to take good care of Wendy, and I meant every word.

I remember the kindness in Caroline’s eyes when she gave me some money to start my own business. She believed in me, and her support meant everything. “Henry,” she said, “starting your own company is a wonderful ambition. Take this money as your startup capital. Always be good to Wendy.”

I accepted the money, deeply touched by her faith in me. I made a silent vow to myself that I would treat Caroline well too.

My company flourished, and as success grew, so did the all

determined not to let Wendy down.

But in the fourth year of our marriage, I faltered.

of temptation. But I held firm,

It was just an ordinary party. I was drunk, and Melissa happened to be there. Her sunflower–scented perfume and similar appearance evoked memories of my first love.

I made a mistake, but in my haze, I convinced myself it was an isolated incident, a forgivable lapse.

Though I intended to end things with Melissa, she always found a way back into my life.

Ashamedly, I kept her around for my own selfish desires. It wasn’t that I didn’t love Wendy. I just simply craved a change from the routine.

Wendy found out and she asked me for a divorce.