Chapter 9
David’s face contorted, tears welling up in his
eyes.
“You’re that eager to leave me?”
“Linda, we grew up together!”
Г
I smiled.
“David, you know we grew up together.”
His outstretched arms trembled, and he sank
to his knees, sobbing.
“I was immature, selfish, I know. But Linda, if I lose you, how will I face Grandpa in heaven?”
Hearing Grandpa’s name, a sharp pain
pierced my heart.
“David, have you considered how much
Grandpa would hurt if he could see how you
treated me?”
David bowed his head, his body shaking. He
didn’t speak.
Г
Soon after, the divorce was finalized.
David gave me all his assets and shares. I
accepted.
If he thought it was compensation, it wasn’t
nearly enough.
I didn’t want him, but I wouldn’t shortchange
myself over a dead love.
While we were amicable, Amelia wasn’t
pleased.
She clutched her back dramatically, blocking
my way.
“How dare you! You didn’t even give David
any children! Why should you get his money?”
Г
“Hand it over, or you’ll regret it.”
I ignored her and turned to David.
“Control your wife.”
Amelia finally noticed David standing behind the wall. Her expression changed instantly as
she rushed towards him.
“David, I’m just looking out for you! She’s
taking everything! What about your future?
What about our baby?”
David looked at her coldly.
“I gave you $20,000 to get rid of it, Amelia.
Don’t push me.”
く
Amelia clung to him, and he shoved her away.
She lost her balance, tumbling down the
stairs behind her.
I gasped and rushed over. Amelia lay on the ground, her face pale, blood blooming
beneath her.
David panicked, trying to help her up. Amelia cried out, urging him to call an ambulance.
I took one last look, then turned and left.
Later, I heard Amelia lost the ability to have
children because of the fall.
She haunted David like a ghost, demanding,
he take responsibility. He avoided her like the
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Then, I heard David had died.
He died peacefully, one sunny morning, bleeding out in his bathtub.
His lawyer called, saying David hadn’t slept a full night since I left. He dreamt of me and
Grandpa.
He said David had tortured himself to the
point of madness, refusing therapy, only instructing his lawyer to leave everything to
me if he died.
The lawyer asked what I wanted to do with
David’s belongings.
I paused, then replied:
“Donate it all. I don’t need to see it.”
I hung up and sat in the warm sunlight.
In the bright light, I saw two young children.
The girl asked the boy:
“What if you hurt me someday?”
The boy answered without hesitation:
“Then I’ll die! Drown in the water I’m so afraid
of!”
The girl angrily tried to cover his mouth, but
he caught her hand.
“Linda, I’ll always protect you. I swear.”
I think he remembered that childhood
promise.
