09
Seven Years of Love Lost After the Stand in Left, He Went Mad
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I spoke coldly, “My love for you has long since faded. Do you remember how you repeatedly abandoned me for Brittany, ignored me and how you poisoned me with alcohol, leading to the death of our child? Have you forgotten all that?”
A look of pain appeared on Cody’s face. He said sadly, “Elise, I know I was wrong before, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for the child, but I’ve realized my mistakes now.”
He continued, “During the time you were gone, I realized just how much I love you. I really can’t live without you. Everyone makes mistakes, but you can’t deny me even one chance to repent.”
I took a step back, absorbing the pain on his face and said, “Cody, I find you really interesting. When I was with you, all your thoughts were with Brittany and now that we’ve broken up, you suddenly say you love me. Is it that for you, the best thing is always what you can’t have?”
Cody looked at me with red eyes, “No, Elise, I love you. It’s just that before, you were always there by my side, accepting me, being with me and I thought as long as I turned around, you’d always be there. You were so good to me, so good that I thought no matter what, you’d never leave me…”
I scolded sharply, “My kindness to you is not an excuse for you to hurt me recklessly!”
Cody’s tone became even more submissive as he fell to his knees before me, “Elise, I was a jerk before, please forgive me just this once and I promise I’ll love you with my life from now on.”
“Not every mistake can be forgiven, just like you can’t bring back our dead child.” After saying those words, I turned and walked away without hesitation.
Cody remained kneeling on the floor for a long time, before finally getting up and leaving.
The next day, as I was about to leave for work, Cody appeared in front of me again. Tired of his repeated harassment, I didn’t want to waste any more time talking to him.
I pulled out my phone, ready to call the police for harassment. But Cody grabbed my hand, his tone serious as he asked, “Elise, if I could bring back our dead child, would you forgive me?”
I frowned, seriously doubting if he had lost his mind. Dead people can’t come back to life, let alone an unborn
child.
But to escape his persistence, I replied, “If you could bring our dead child back, I would forgive you.”
And even if I forgave him, it didn’t mean I would restart anything with him. From that point on, Cody never showed
up in front of me again.
Three years later, after completing my studies abroad, I returned to the headquarters and took on the role of
Design Director. My colleagues threw me a party to celebrate my promotion.
After eating and drinking, I helped a drunk colleague home. After escorting her upstairs, I was about to head
back to my car when I noticed a woman sitting in the backseat.
More accurately, it was a pregnant woman, disheveled, emaciated, with pale skin, but her stomach was large and
swollen.
Immediately, I became suspicious and asked sternly, “Who are you?”
Hearing my voice, she seemed terrified. She sat in the car seat, repeatedly bowed to me, “I won’t do it again, I really won’t, please let me go… Please, I beg you, let me go …”
When I saw her face, I was completely shocked. It was Brittany. “Brittany, what happened to you? How did this happen?” I asked.
But she seemed not to recognize me. She continued bowing and begging for mercy, completely disregarding
