The viewpoint of Irene Nadine
Ryan Campbell is also aware of my thoughts. In any case, I’ll find a variety of reasons to decline things like going out with him.
He sends me to work every day, but only at crossings with few people; He can only park his car on the corner to pick me up, and he can’t get out yet; He can only take me to the firm via the underground parking lot.
His fictitious marriage is not a spectacular wedding that everyone knows about, but it is not as covert at least. They are legal couples, so how can they make it appear that they are having an illicit affair?
I’m not sure what this dude has been speculating about all day. I simply get to and from work on time, eats and sleeps well every day, leads a full and normal life, and has no time to think about these messy matters.
However, my stomach hurt a little this morning, and I panicked, so I rushed to the hospital for an examination.
“Why are you here, Sister Irene?” Nicole Stewart approached me, wearing a white mask, and asked cheerfully, as if she was looking forward to meeting me.
Jimmy Davis stood next to her, putting out his hand to secure her safety while still holding the pregnancy test findings in her hand. They appear to be here for the birth test.
I just glanced at her and smiled, ironically.
Nicole Stewart glanced at me as if she didn’t get it. She smiled sweetly at me and said, “Is my sister here for a physical test? Are you also pregnant?”
When Jimmy Davis heard the news, he frowned, looked at me with a puzzled face, and then said, “I’m afraid you came to have an abortion?”
I simply scoffed “You haven’t married despite the fact that she was three months pregnant. Why do I need to have an abortion since I was pregnant openly?”
Nicole Stewart stepped away, then gave Jimmy Davis a little wronged look, and Jimmy Davis said, “Don’t go too far.”
“You are the one who has gone too far.”
“Forget it, Jimmy; we’re sorry , don’t say anything.”
Jimmy Davis dismissed my concerns and stated, “Who is apologetic? We just broke up and she is pregnant, and I’m concerned she didn’t appear to be so pure!”
People like Jimmy Davis, I believe, are not hateful, but poor victims of a bitch.
“Sister, you have married, but I have never met your husband. Didn’t he accompany you today?”
Nicole Stewart was clearly making fun of me. “My husband is afraid I will be hungry, so he went shopping for me,” I answered, with a slight smile.
Even if happiness is fake, I don’t want to appear hypocritical or false in front of them, and I don’t want to have my few dignity trampled by others.
Nicole Stewart tried to say anything else, but was restrained by Jimmy Davis and forced to leave.
Looking at the back of two persons leaving, I feel nothing but sadness.
I was Jimmy Davis, helpless and blind.
The result came out quickly; just give me some more time to recover. I frequently work for 3 or 4 hours in a convenience shop, but I don’t get enough rest, and I can’t afford to lose this work for the time being. It appears that I will need to rest more.
Ryan Campbell’s return time isn’t as consistent as it used to be; sometimes he only returns once a day or two; and he doesn’t live at home, but he still maintains a healthy diet. When he gets home, he will prepare a meal for me. He even comes back to cook for me when he doesn’t have time to eat and depart. When he is not at home, he will send someone to bring me meals or direct me to a restaurant. Anyway, three meals a day are appropriately planned for me.
I never ask him what he’s doing outside. I am the same whether he is present or not.
More than a month has gone in this manner. I spent the weekend at home watching TV. Ryan Campbell, who had been missing for three days, returned with his suitcase. He appeared fatigued, but he immediately expressed concern to me, “Didn’t I advise you not to lie down and watch TV?”
I jumped up from the sofa, looked at him, and exclaimed, “Are you going out again?”
“Take a few days off and accompany you,” he suggested, changing his shoes.
I said, “I don’t want you to come with me. I’ll be out tomorrow.”
“I will accompany my son. What if you educate him to ignore me?”
I gave him a supercilious look. He smiled and said something while carring the baggage upstairs. He came down the stairs again and asked, “Where are you going tomorrow?”
“Pay respects to my dead parents,” I said, hiding my anguish.
Ryan Campbell was taken aback and didn’t say anything. He just stated, “I’ll accompany you.”
“What are you up to?”
“In the worst-case scenario, I am also his son-in-law. Shouldn’t I be there?”
“You’re not real,” I grumbled.
“I’ll be visiting my son’s granddad. Do you want to get involved?”
“It’s a long drive; it takes more than three hours.”
He poured a glass of water and sat down next me on the sofa. “Then I have to go ,” he explained. “I need to be with my son.”
The weather has been terrible these days, with constant rain.
I awoke at seven o’clock the next morning to light rain outside the window.
Ryan Campbell drove me to my hometown after breakfast.
I peered out the window at the surroundings. Despite the fact that I will return every year, I don’t have a strong impression of this place. After all, I’ve never lived here.
My parents’ old house was likewise demolished, and all demolition costs were paid for by my uncle’s family, which might be considered my upbringing payments for so many years.
The house with a few memories has been demolished. Every year, after paying visit to the tomb, I leave.
“Where exactly?”
“Drive a little further ahead,” I murmured, coming to my senses.
When I arrived at my parents’ tombstone, I placed the flowers I had purchased in front of the monument, turned to face Ryan Campbell behind me, squatted, and said, “Mom and Dad, I got married and met a wonderful man. He is really nice to me, and there is someone who will look after me in the future.”
My eyes became bright red as I uttered it. Even though I knew my parents couldn’t hear what I was saying, it made my heart feel better.
Ryan Campbell, who stood behind , noticed that I was chatting to my parents , possibly so that they would be less anxious knowing that I’m going well.
He had no idea what I had been through, but seeing mr muted sobbing made him feel a little disturbed.
Ryan Campbell’s pov
I don’t know how many things she has endured at the age of 20, thus she wants to bear the load of life entirely on her own.
“It’s pouring; let’s go before we acquire a cold.” He extended his hand to assist me in getting up.
I sniffled, wiped my tears with my hand, stood up, and followed him away.
Irene’s pov
It’s becoming late, and I’ll be home in the evening. Ryan Campbell drove me back in the rain, and his clothes and shoes were wet, making me easily catch a cold.
There was some silence in the car on the way back, so I took the initiative to break the silence.
“Kathy Clark called you this afternoon, by the way.”
I expected him to take out his phone and glance at it, but instead he uttered a mild “hmm,” as if he didn’t care, and then asked me nonchalantly, “What did you say?”
“I didn’t answer the phone; that’s your phone.”
“It’s quite sensible,” he added with a chuckle.
I remained mute. “Do you like Kathy Clark?” I asked him after a time.
Ryan Campbell’s point of view
I moved my head in her way. I was in a hasty marriage with her, and I didn’t know anything about her I never believed I’d get married, and I never considered what type of lady I’d like or what kind of wife I’d marry.
When the accident occurred, she came to my aid and made an unexpectedly positive impact on this little kid.
Speaking of which, she has few advantages, is not attractive enough, does not have a nice body, cannot cook rice, and has a bad temper, but she is quite comfortable to get along with. That kind of feeling is like discovering something missing from my life, and it fits horribly.
“Would you like to know?” I inquired and then stated, “What about striking a deal? We will tell a secret each.”
She remained silent, as if contemplating, and it was only after a few seconds that she gave me a strong response, “OK.”
“She likes me, I don’t like her, it’s your time,” I said right away.
The viewpoint of Irene Nadine
Why do I always feel like I’ve been trapped?
“I don’t keep any secrets. Just ask any of them.”
For a little period, he was deafeningly silent. I assumed he was attempting to ask some inquiries, but Ryan Campbell was attempting to learn about her past without exposing her scars.
Thinking about that, it is difficult for me to open my mouth. I’m scared it will bring back memories of my terrible childhood, yet if no one touches and heals the wound, it will fester in my heart.
He sighed and asked, “Can you tell me anything about my in-laws?”
“They died because of me,” I tensed, then folded my eyelids.
I could hear her voice trembling, but he kept asking, “What do you say?”
This is also the first time I’ve discussed such a topic with others. “Our family is impoverished. My father is a construction worker. He is averse to spending money. The money is all for me. My father asked me what I wanted for my sixth birthday as I was going to turn six. I mentioned that I wanted to go to Disney World.”
I gulped and tried to keep my emotions in check, but my tears were still uncontrollable “Dad worked hard on the building site to fulfill my requests, believing that he could go with his family and wanted to do more to minimize the loss of leave. I’m not sure what Dad is up to, and I’m looking forward to my birthday.”
He didn’t interrupt, instead silently listening to me and saying, “A week before my birthday, he was in an accident. He fell from a great height while building a house… He was gone when he was taken to the hospital… He was extremely weary, according to the doctor, and his lack of concentration caused him to slip on a high location. My mother was crushed by life when my father departed, and she passed away within a few months.”
I was crying and burst into tears at this point. “They were killed by me. He wouldn’t have had an accident if I didn’t want a gift…”
Ryan Campbell is saddened as he listens to her remorse. She normally appears nonchalant, yet she has such feelings in her heart.
Ryan Campbell couldn’t help but reach out and soothe her by touching her head and saying, “Why torture yourself when everything has already happened? You are fortunate to have parents that adore you. You blame yourself for their deaths, and they may not be at ease even in heaven.”
“How can they be prepared to punish you with their death if they love you so much? You should be content before you can repay what they have done for you.”
“However, he did have an accident as a result of mine.”
Ryan Campbell pulled over to the side of the road and stretched out to wipe my tears away. “Your parents must have had a really happy existence while they were alive, believe me. Stop blaming yourself . This is not your fault. Accidents happen all the time. This accident has also claimed your life.”
I’ve never approached the subject from this perspective before. Although there are still some bumps in my heart, I feel that things that have been hidden for so many years have been said, and my heart no longer feels so uneasy.
When the car began off again, I peered out the window in a dream at the scenery, and the lot became more and more prosperous, while the innocence in my heart gradually became impetuous and restless.
He first went to the automobile beauty center to wash and maintain the car, and then he returned home after eating outside.
Everything has returned to normal. I locked myself in my room as soon as I returned since I didn’t want to have too much contact with him.