People often don’t appreciate what they have
until it’s gone.
But it wasn’t my fault.
I almost gave my life to that relationship.
I wouldn’t fall back into that pit.
“Lane, not every ‘sorry‘ earns forgiveness. I
gave us eight years. How many eight–year
periods does a person have…”
“Who you love now doesn’t concern me. I
don’t want a messy break up. Don’t touch me.
I prefer the distant you.”
I left quickly, fearing my tears.
But they weren’t for Lane, but for my bitter
eight years…
At the club entrance, Henry and his friends
emerged.
His eyes lit up seeing me.
He pulled me into his arms, kissing my cheek.
“Guys, marriage is great! It’s amazing to have
my wife pick me up.”
He left with me.
On the way, Henry stared at me.
I felt uneasy.
“Henry, what are you doing? Never seen a
human before?”
“Saw Lane?”
My heart sank. I pressed the accelerator.
“Don’t worry, no one followed you. You smell
strongly of sandalwood. Besides Lane, who
else…”
I stopped the car.
I turned to Henry.
“I saw him. I tried to avoid him but failed…”
Henry remained silent.
My anxieties resurfaced.
He said in a low voice,
“You cried?”
“Henry, ask whatever you want. Let’s get this
over with. Let’s never mention this again,
okay?”
Henry loosened his tie.
“Nancy, I didn’t doubt you. I was just
worried… worried that you still had feelings
for that bastard… As your husband, I want to
completely possess you…
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I knew this conversation was inevitable.
Lane was a time bomb between us.
I’d imagined countless scenarios.
I expected a shouting match.
But Henry’s vulnerability surprised me.
It broke my heart.
I sighed, taking his hand.
“I saw him. I cried, but not for him, but for my
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wasted eight years.”
“Lane said awful things. He said he loved me,
wanted me back, but I refused. Because I’m
your wife.”
“When I proposed, I’d given up on him. I want
to be Mrs. Henry. Now, and always. I know my
silence about those eight years, and my
sudden proposal, made you insecure. But
time will prove everything, right?”
“Henry, I don’t want to be stuck here. Lane is
the past. We deserve a better life…”
Before I finished, Henry pulled me into a tight
embrace.
“Nancy, you don’t know how much I love you.
I loved you for years. Finally having you…..
please understand my anxiety…‘
I stroked his back.
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I understood him. I was once like him.
But I wouldn’t let Henry suffer what I did…
Three months later, I was pregnant with
Henry’s child.
The day we found out, Lane’s decision to
become a monk hit the headlines.
Within two weeks, Sienna’s romance with a
popular actor spread throughout Beijing.
I looked at Henry, learning to cook
confinement meals.
Life’s unpredictable.
No one expected the couple who overcame
obstacles to be separated.
No one expected the playboy to cook for his
No one expected the playboy to cook for his
wife…..
“Honey, try it. Does it taste okay?”
Henry’s words broke my train of thought.
As I sipped the soup, sunlight fell on Henry’s
back.
After years of turmoil, I finally found peace.
Thank you, Henry.
