I was sure Lynn loved me and would come back to me. So, I proposed in grand fashion, and she agreed to marry me.
Lynn wanted to tell Jessa about it face–to-
face.
I knew what she had in mind–she wanted revenge for our lost child, the one Jessa and I had killed.
Since someone had to take the blame, why shouldn’t it be Jessa?
If not for her, I wouldn’t have lost my child with Lynn or become a murderer of my own blood. Lynn and I would have been happily married by now, with a perfect family.
So I let Lynn do what she wanted.
I heard Lynn and Jessa’s conversation.
Jessa had been lying to me all along, and Lynn had done so much for me.
I regretted it all. I should never have let my guard down with Jessa, and I shouldn’t have hurt Lynn for Jessa’s sake.
After the truth came out, Jessa had a cardiac arrest right there. But I didn’t care. The only person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life was Lynn.
I proposed to Lynn again, but she slapped me across the face and said, “Do you really think I’d ever want to be with you again?”
Why?
Wasn’t she supposed to love me the most?
Why did she want to leave me?
Why wouldn’t she agree to marry me?
It doesn’t matter. I know she loves me, that she can’t live without me. I’m sure I can
win her back…
Lynn’s Extra Story
I unexpectedly received a long–lost call from my high school class president.
“Lynn, we’re planning a little reunion this weekend with some of our old classmates.
You, our class beauty, must come and give everyone a little shock!”
Our homeroom teacher had shared my backstory with a few classmates back when we started school. They had shown me so much care. Even though we hadn’t met in years, those bonds still felt strong. After some thought, I decided to go, to relive those simpler days.
When the day came, I entered the private room they had reserved. Most were already there, with just two empty seats left. I picked one at random and sat down.
“Lynn, I remember you had a long–term boyfriend. Why didn’t he come with you today?” the class president teased.
I smiled slightly and answered casually, “We broke up.”
The air seemed to freeze for a second, but the class president quickly broke the
silence, “His loss! But guess what? There’s a guy at this party who’s had a crush on you for years. I’ll introduce you when he arrives.”
I didn’t pay much attention to his words
and turned to chat with some other
classmates.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked Mike. He took the empty seat next to me. Though his clothes were no longer flashy, he still had that unmistakable
presence.
I felt instantly uncomfortable and stood up, saying to the class president, “Hey, let’s switch seats.”
The class president, sensing the tension, quickly swapped places with me.
Mike sat there, expressionless, without
saying a word,
The party grew lively, and the class president, now quite drunk, leaned on Mike’s shoulder, slurring, “Mike, what’s the deal with you and our class beauty? Didn’t you always watch her dance in high school?”
I was caught off guard; I had no memory of anything involving Mike from back then. He seemed equally stunned, “What did you say?” he blurted out,
The class president, now barely coherent, continued, “Yeah, you used to stand outside the dance studio watching a girl dance. That girl was Lynn. I always thought you had a thing for her.”
Mike looked like he’d been struck by lightning, stunned and motionless. But it didn’t matter to me anymore. I made an excuse and left the party early.
As I was about to hail a cab, Mike suddenly appeared in front of me. He grabbed my
hand and said, “Lynn, can we talk?”
His eyes were red–maybe from the alcohol or maybe from genuine regret.
I pulled my hand away coldly, “There’s nothing to talk about.”
Mike seemed desperate, almost confused. “Lynn, I swear I didn’t know the girl dancing was you. I thought it was Jessa. I didn’t know you were ever pregnant… If I had known, I’d never have let you take that drug.”
He held onto my hand, his voice cracking, “Lynn, can you forgive me? I promise I’ll make you happy from now on. I’ll never hurt you again.”
“Mike,” I cut him off, my gaze firm, “we’re done. There’s no future for us.”
With that, I got into the waiting cab and left without looking back.
I knew, from that moment on, our lives would never cross paths again.
