William Reid found many doctors for me, hoping to remove the scars on my body.
But I didn’t care at all and rejected his good intentions.
Even if the scars disappeared, the wounds would still remain.
I would never forget how he insulted and locked me away for Erin Sutton.
And I would never forget that in the face of life and death, he chose someone else.
In his heart, I had always been the one who could be discarded.
Even after saving his life countless times.
What camaraderie through thick and thin.
It was just my one-sided wishful thinking.
He locked me up once more, this time in the villa.
Every night, he would come to sleep beside me.
He lay on the other side of the bed, holding me tightly, tracing the scars on my body.
There was no passion, no romance, only endless sadness.
Because he knew he could not keep me forever.
As long as I wanted to leave, I could.
In the dead of night, his hot tears dripped onto the back of my neck, his voice hoarse and weak:
“Amber, can we go back to the way things were?”
“Forget all of this, can we just go back?”
“I didn’t hurt Max Thomson; please don’t hate me anymore…”
My heart felt like it was being torn apart, waves of pain crashing through me.
He should have known.
The reason he fell for Erin Sutton was that I was too strong.
What he liked was a weak and innocent woman.
Even if I wasn’t so strong, even if I couldn’t use a gun, even if I couldn’t protect him and only caused trouble.
He would still relish it.
But I could never be a little rabbit; I couldn’t even pretend.
So even if we got back together, the outcome would be the same.
I pushed away his tightly gripping hands, my voice devoid of emotion, as if I had seen through everything.
“Let go; there’s no chance for us anymore.”
“If you don’t want to be enemies in the future, just let me go.”
“And let yourself go, too.”