Elisa had said so much, yet Hamish just kept frowning at her.
Elisa rarely looked at him and went straight to tidy up the bedroom, comforting herself as she tidied up: Forget it, what’s the point of saying so much to a dog? It’s not like he can understand anyway.
Hamish saw that Elisa was quite attentive in tidying up the room, he just didn’t quite understand what she was still unsatisfied about after everything she had said to him.
He had already promised her that he would take good care of her from now on, wasn’t that what she had always wished for the most?
Hamish naively thought Elisa was just throwing a tantrum when she said she didn’t like him. A woman’s tantrum could be resolved with a word of coaxing.
They hadn’t gotten a divorce yet. As long as he treated her better in the future, she would definitely fawn over him again like she shamelessly used to.
Hamish had blind confidence in himself. And rightly so – with over $10 billion net worth, young and successful, not to mention the looks that drove women crazy, other than his awful personality, it seemed hard to find any flaws. How could such a person not be confident?
But feelings can’t be obtained through confidence alone. Just look at Elisa, who had liked him for 16 years.
Hamish didn’t leave until late at night. He had originally wanted to stay for dinner before leaving, but as it turned out, Elisa had ordered takeout.
Elisa carried the takeout boxes to the small table by the floor-to-ceiling window and slowly ate her food, completely oblivious to the faintly resentful gaze of the man behind her.
After Hamish left, upon hearing the front door close, Elisa put down her chopsticks, got up and poured herself a glass of warm water.
She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window watching Hamish’s retreating figure, the dim streetlights stretching his shadow long across the ground.
Feeling as if someone was watching him, Hamish suddenly turned around. Elisa instinctively hid, then realized belatedly that he wouldn’t be able to see inside from outside the window.
She took a sip of water. By the time she put down the glass, Hamish had already disappeared into the night.
Feelings depend on affinity. Without affinity, there can be no ties. After so many years, Elisa felt like she had frozen that tumultuous feeling into ice.
The poisonous seed that Hamish had planted in her at the beginning had taken root too deep, so she was fixated for so many years before finally seeing the fruitless outcome.
Elisa thought, it was probably because she lacked love since childhood, so she desperately sought from Hamish the affection that didn’t belong to her.
Sometimes she really envied Lila. Her childhood sweetheart relationship easily obtained with time everything that Elisa had yearned for in her dreams.
Not like her – she had liked Hamish for 16 years, had wholeheartedly pursued him for 6 years, yet in the end, other than stomach cancer and a broken family, she had gotten nothing.
Feelings were a personal matter. Her inability to get Hamish was her own failing. Previously, she thought it would be difficult to give up on Hamish, but now those turbulent feelings were like cooling water, still with the passage of time.
Letting go took just an instant. She even wondered now why she used to like such a scumbag like Hamish?
After careful reflection, she understood – in those 6 years, in plain words, she had merely used Hamish as a substitute for the Hamish from 16 years ago.
Without those memories from before 16, Hamish was nothing but trash.
Over time, even the sharpest feelings become blunted, whether of joy or sorrow. In any case, these emotions wouldn’t impact the 2 years she had left. Close your eyes, take a step, and when dead everything turns to smoke and clouds.
Elisa suddenly sighed, suddenly feeling that she had lived a very pathetic life.
Elisa had no appetite and poor digestion. She forced herself to eat half before throwing the takeout box into the trash can.
After paying off her debt, Elisa had 300, 000 left. She called her lawyer to help transfer the property rights of the house to Hamish’s name.
After Elisa finished signing the papers and handed over the various certificates to the lawyer to pass to Hamish, the property transfer was done. Unlike divorce, the transfer procedure was uncomplicated without disputes. Just sign the papers and stamp them.
That night, Hamish took the rare initiative to call Elisa.
“I’ve signed the property transfer contract.”
“Oh.” His brow twitched faintly. Elisa didn’t think Hamish would call her over something as trivial as a property transfer. She stayed silent, quietly waiting for him to continue.
Sure enough, after a pause, Hamish leisurely said, “I’m taking Lila back tomorrow since it’s the weekend. She wants to eat the food you make.”
“I won’t make it.”
Hamish acted as if he hadn’t heard and continued, “Lila’s health is poor, she can’t take the food outside. Make her something light and plain, just like before.”
“Hamish, can’t you understand human speech? I said I won’t make it! I can cook for others, but not for beasts.” She was extremely annoyed. Hamish was deliberately provoking her this late at night when she already had poor sleep the past few days. Looks like with her debts paid off, he was provoked by her new defiant attitude that he apparently hadn’t noticed before.
“Elisa, you’re quite gutsy to dare speak to me like that.” Hamish’s icy tone sent chills through the phone into her ears, making one involuntarily shudder.
“Behave yourself. Right now crushing your brother is as easy as crushing an ant.”
He threatened her brother rather than her, but it was the most effective method, leaving Elisa grinding her teeth in silence.
Hamish continued, “Have the food ready by 12 noon sharp tomorrow when I get back. I want to see it. Listen up and don’t make me repeat myself.”