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Fabian pulled me into his arms, the smell of smoke seeping into my nose, so overwhelming and unpleasant.
When I didn’t speak, his grip tightened a bit more.
The suffocating feeling overwhelmed me, and I struggled to speak, “Fabian, it’s really over. I don’t love you anymore.”
Fabian’s body trembled, and his arms loosened slightly.
He mumbled softly, “I don’t believe it, Palma. I don’t believe it.
You gave up Quinn for me before. I can’t believe you don’t love me.
You went out in the rain to deliver documents for me, you stayed up all night to queue for a
bag for me, and you sat in a car all night long for me…”
I took a few steps back, listening to Fabian talk to himself.
After delivering the documents in the rain, I came down with a high fever, and Fabian left me
behind to meet Julie.
When I spent the night in line for the bag, I thought it was something Fabian wanted, only to
find out it was Julie who wanted a men’s bag.
It was winter, and it was minus four degrees Fahrenheit outside. I was shivering from the
cold.
- it.
When I finally got the bag, I imagined how happy Fabian would be when he got his hands on
But when he saw it, he only frowned and said, “Just have the sales deliver it.”
Right, just have the sales deliver it.
Fabian was in the neighboring city urgently needing a document, so I took the file and spent
the whole night in the car.
When I arrived, I found Fabian having dinner with Julie.
When he saw me, all he said was, “Leave early. I still have work to do.”
I didn’t argue. I just turned and left quietly.
Later, I did many foolish things for Fabian, and he always looked at me with disdain, turning
away to flatter Julie.
At that time, I naively thought that if I gave without expecting anything in return, I would get
true love.
Time proved me wrong. I couldn’t get anything if it was never meant for me.
People only learned to cherish what they lose. That phrase fit Fabian perfectly.
He slumped on the floor, lost in his thoughts.
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Fabian was in the neighboring city urgently needing a document, so I took the file and spent the whole night in the car.
When I arrived, I found Fabian having dinner with Julie.
When he saw me, all he said was, “Leave early. I still have work to do.”
I didn’t argue. I just turned and left quietly.
Later, I did many foolish things for Fabian, and he always looked at me with disdain, turning away to flatter Julie.
At that time, I naively thought that if I gave without expecting anything in return, I would get
true love.
Time proved me wrong. I couldn’t get anything if it was never meant for me.
People only learned to cherish what they lose. That phrase fit Fabian perfectly.
He slumped on the floor, lost in his thoughts.
But I had more important things to do right now.
Julie had fled the scene after hitting Quinn, but she had already been caught.
She refused to admit her guilt, demanding to see Fabian, but instead, she ended up face to face with me.
“Palma, why can’t you just disappear?” she screamed, her hands pounding against the bars. “Why do you have to steal my Fabian? Why?” she shouted angrily.
I kept a cold face, following the police into the interrogation room, and recounted everything that had happened.
When I came out, Julie was already being led away in handcuffs.
I rushed back to the hospital. The doctor said there was a good chance Quinn would wake up, and I felt a little relieved.
Looking at Quinn lying in the hospital bed, pale and unconscious, I couldn’t help but feel guilty toward him.
After that, Fabian didn’t come to the hospital to see me again.
The next time I saw him was in court. We both sat in the audience.
Listening to the judge’s verdict, Fabian remained expressionless.
Until the very end, when Julie found out she was sentenced to ten years. She shouted at
Fabian.
“Fabian, save me! Save me! I hit him for you! Fabian!”
Her voice trailed off, disappearing into the courtroom.
Suddenly, something crossed my mind, and I blurted out, “Wasn’t she pregnant?”
“She faked it,” Fabian said tiredly.
His words were quiet, barely audible. I turned to look at him. He was hunched over, as though carrying an immense weight on his shoulders.
Fabian swallowed hard and said, “Palma, I’m sorry.”
I didn’t answer him, nor did I nod.
Quinn was the one Iving in the hospital and I had no right to forgive Fabian for him.
