I fainted and didn’t wake up for two whole days, and I had many dreams, many, many dreams, all of which were fragments of the old days with Everett.
When we first got married, he and I were both very ambitious, in order to get the approval of the family, we moved out to live, only rented a one-bedroom apartment, the apartment, the air conditioning is broken, the wall is always falling down, the kitchen sink does not move on the block.
I’m used to living in such a harsh environment, but Everett has never lived there before, so I was afraid he’d hate it, and I didn’t have the money to fix it, so I had to take a part-time job handing out flyers without his knowledge.
It took a whole month to get a chiller, which was loud, but at least we weren’t sweating profusely in the heat of the summer.
This was later brought to Everett’s attention and he didn’t say a word.
Pulling a fast one, he went home and begged his mom for a hundred thousand dollars to take me to rent a better house.
I always thought his mom gave the money because she couldn’t see her son suffer.
I didn’t know until much later when his mom recognized me and talked to me about it.
Turns out that day, Everett promised his mom he’d divorce me if he didn’t make a million dollars in a year.
For this engagement, he worked day and night, taking care of things at the company during the day and drinking around at night, contacting the bigwigs in the business world.
What a lonely man he was, the youngest son of the Thorne Group, who used to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but after he married me, he was nodding his head and smiling.
Sometimes the guys, on a whim, would even offer to make Everett perform a show, and not once did he get angry, always giving me a reassuring look and then willingly giving a monkey’s ass.
One winter he got drunk and fell in the snow, his already bad knee got worse, he got a radiograph and the doctor said the bone was cracked.
It was the first time I cried and brought up divorce with him, begging him to go back to being a young master, and it was the first time he sank down with me, “Isadora, don’t say things like that again, I’m not giving up, and you can’t back down either.”
He held his breath and had to make a mark, so after a year, we earned three million dollars, a full two million more than we had agreed.
He took out a million of it and gave it back to his mom, and with the remaining two million, he bought me a diamond ring.
“Honey, you deserve this good, and I’ll buy you something better.”
So, with Everettlike this, what can I do. What can I do?
I can only pray that our relationship will go back someday. , I owe it to him so willingly wipe his ass and deal with the relationship.
But now it seems. It’s no use. It’s all useless. We can’t go back.
When I woke up, it was in a hospital room.
Jasper stood guard next to me, and when he saw that I was awake, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes before it faded.
I knew without asking that Everett should have already led Juliana away.
Jasper for a while before saying; “You have to be physically … Why don’t you tell Gu Everett about it, it’s not a good idea to hide it like this.”
I blinked, feeling a little of the liquid from the vial of medicine above my head flow into my bloodstream, stitching and healing my stomach.
In a muffled voice, he asked, “Jasper, tell me, how long do I have?”
His face paled and his eyes reddened, “Two months.”
I nodded and said calmly, “That’s enough.”