There was no need for her to love someone who did not care about her.
Stella Grace made up her mind. She stood up and walked into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and tapped the sink with her finger. “Stella, don’t be sad. Everyone has the right to choose. He doesn’t love you. You can’t control it. A forced love will only end in tragedy. Only you know your own pain.
However, as long as you don’t love him, you won’t get hurt or feel wronged.
Whoever he loves has nothing to do with you. You just need to know this, no one in the world will love you. You are the only one who loves yourself. Don’t commit suicide, don’t be desperate, don’t hurt others, and don’t hurt yourself.”
She withdrew her hand. The silence was deafening.
Her eyes dimmed. Okay, she failed to hypnotize herself.
She still felt the pain in her heart, the sadness twisting inside her like a knife. She couldn’t believe she actually tried hypnotizing herself.
Hypnosis required the subject to remain unaware, that was why it failed.
Stella brushed her teeth, lay down in bed, closed her eyes, and emptied her mind. Her heart still hurt.
She picked up her mobile phone and randomly dialed a number.
She didn’t know who it was, man or woman, old folk or child. She just wanted to find a stranger to describe her pain to.
After that, she might not be as sad as she was now.
The phone rang three times before it was answered.
“Hello, who is this?” It was a man’s voice, deep and steady.
“Hello, may I ask… am I disturbing you?” she asked apologetically.
“What’s the matter? Talk,” he said straightforwardly.
Stella knew she was being abrupt. Suddenly, she found that she could not speak a single word.
“Sorry to bother you.” She hung up the phone.
The man called her back, his tone troubled. “What’s the matter? Tell me!”
“I just want to talk to someone.”
“Are you sick?”
Stella gave a small smile, her eyes wet. She said faintly, “Yes, I’m sick. I’m mentally ill. After returning home, I had a panic attack. I started throwing things. I didn’t know what I was doing. After I was done, I was completely out of strength and I was suddenly snapped back to reality. And then I realised, oh, I did it again.”
“You too?” he asked suspiciously.
Stella wanted to laugh.
She made a random call, yet someone with the same symptoms as she.
What kind of coincidence was that?
“My first husband married me for vengeance. For the three years of our loveless marriage, I watched him fool around with different women every day. In the end, we divorced.
I fell in love with another man, who saved me from my despair several times. He said that he liked me, and I returned his feelings. Later, this man lost his memory and forgot about me. He only remembered his ex-girlfriend. I was so desperate, I tried to commit suicide.
I was rescued by someone else. When I saw my friend crying, I suddenly felt that I couldn’t let my friends and relatives get hurt. Everything happened so fast, and I chose to study psychology abroad.
From then on, I knew that there was something wrong with my mind. I wanted to save myself. I became a famous psychologist. I could cure others, but not myself.
I married the man who lost his memory. On the first day of our marriage, I saw him with another woman.
I was in pain. It was so painful that I wanted to pull my heart out. I thought, perhaps that would lessen the pain.
I tried to hypnotize myself, but I failed.” Stella poured out all her bitterness. After she said all that, she felt better, as if a tight string in her had been relaxed.
The man on the other side was silent.
“Thank you for listening to my nonsense. It’s late, I won’t bother you anymore. You should sleep soon. Those who sleep late have a shorter lifespan. It’s true,” she said softly.
“Are you a psychologist?” the man asked.
Stella thought that she should repay the man for listening to her nonsense for free. “I am a psychologist who can’t treat her own illness. If you are willing to believe me, I can give you a try. It’s free.”
“I’m a man who loses my temper easily. Once I lose my temper, I’ll break things. I’ll scold people, my parents, my brother, and even my girlfriend. Now, I’ve betrayed my own family. I don’t think any staff in my company likes me. Sometimes I want to change, but I can’t. I overheard my staff calling me a devil, a lunatic, a crazy man and so on behind my back,” the man said, his voice sounded tired.
It didn’t seem that Stella’s call had woken him up from his sleep.
It was quiet over there. He spoke in a strong, steady voice. He hadn’t been drinking.
“You live alone now, and you are still working at half past 12 in the morning.
You are very serious about work and have a strong sense of responsibility.
You are a very sensitive person. You have enjoyed the glory that others have never enjoyed before. You have also experienced a lot of setbacks, as well as being looked down upon by others.
You rely on yourself and have great ambitions. You care about how others think of you, and that has made you very tired.
When you lose your temper, it may be because your staff couldn’t meet your expectations. You think you are still far from your goals, therefore you feel like a loser. But you, you don’t want to be a loser at all,” Stella analyzed.
The man was very surprised. “Do you know me?”
“I don’t know you. You think many people are staring at you and laughing at you behind your back. But in fact, they don’t care about you, they just want you to fail. If they really cared about you, they will not leave your side no matter how much you scold them. That’s how you know they’re really on your side.”
The man was silent.
“When you become successful one day, you will show off your success to the world, but you will find that no one wants to see it. Even if you find someone to say how successful you are, they won’t listen to you, especially those who have known you before, or even those who had once despised you. Do you know why?” Stella asked.
The man understood. “Because my success will make them sad and uncomfortable.”
“Yes, this is human nature. Not only will they not look up to you, but they will also be jealous of you. They might even hate you. All that effort, the hurting to your loved ones, and the hatred by strangers, is it worth?” she explained.
“I think what you said makes a lot of sense.”
“Don’t be impulsive, live a good life, and go about your business to achieve your goals in life.
Only when you help others would they return the favor. When you reach a certain level, they will want you to be better. Because if you’re better, they will become better too.
Slow down. Sometimes it’s good to make mistakes. It gives you experience so that you won’t make the same mistakes again when you succeed. By then, you will never fail again,” Stella said softly.
“I feel so much better now. Why can’t you cure yourself if you can cure others?” the man exclaimed.
“I don’t know,” Stella said. Just then, she received another call.
She glanced at her phone and found that it was from Jasper Milton.