“I know, why are you so jealous?”
He put his arm around her and patted her back gently, smiling adoringly.
…
Some people believe that relationships can last forever, while others believe that relationships are even more fleeting than fireworks, and are difficult to control.
Rumors can be stopped by the wise, but they can also grow bigger and bigger, rolling into a snowball that crushes people.
The ordinary things in life make ordinary time beautiful, but they can also exhaust the beauty in the long river of time.
The solution to a person’s life is different for everyone.
Later, more and more people surrounded Jeremy, and the businesses in his hands grew bigger and bigger.
Rumors never stopped. His rivals would say that he was relying on women, his friends would say that he had a good wife, and his sycophantic subordinates would say, “Mr. Gustin, why don’t you ask Mrs. Gustin to step down? She always occupies a seat in the consortium, and this is not good.”
Annie seemed to vaguely sense that something was wrong. She gradually withdrew from the consortium and spent more time with her family.
For her, no matter what role she played, as long as she was willing, she could handle it with ease and find joy in it.
She retreated to the background.
But her retreat was only what he thought it was.
As he watched the rumors die down and focused all his attention on the foundation, he almost made the wrong decision on two major projects. Each time, a good subordinate forcefully refuted his words and reminded him, making him realize his mistakes.
He was grateful to have such good subordinates, but it didn’t take long for him to realize that Annie had recruited them.
Not only that, but any woman who had approached him with ulterior motives had left without him noticing.
He finally truly understood that he had indeed relied on women to get to this position, and as long as Annie was willing, he could stay there forever. But if one day she wasn’t, he…
The threats from The Gustin family’s villa were all gone.
But Jeremy once again felt that suffocating sense of being controlled.
He had nightmares, in which someone was choking him so hard around the neck that he could hardly breathe. When he opened his eyes, he saw Annie, who looked indifferent.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Annie, who looked worried.
He woke up from the dream with a start.
“Did you have a nightmare?”
Annie switched on the light and got out of bed to pour him a glass of water.
Jeremy sat up in bed, drank the water, reached out and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck.
“It’s okay, it was just a dream,”
She let him hold her and patted his back gently.
He hugged her tightly, his head against hers, his voice hoarse from shock, “I dreamed that someone passed on the news that my parents were a perfect match. I heard that their story was so romantic that it didn’t sound like a marriage at all, but I was a bastard, and in the end they all tore their faces off.”
“…”
“Annie Davis,” he called her by her full name, looking up from her neck, cupping her face in his hands, his eyes staring at her with a touch of scarlet, ‘how long can you love me?”
Annie looked at him doubtfully, then laughed, ‘Do you doubt my feelings for you?”
“Answer me.”
He stared at her intently.
Seeing how agitated he looked, Annie froze for a moment, then smiled and said seriously, “I will love you for a long time.”
“How long?”
He insisted on getting a clear answer.
“Well, love until…”
Annie stared at his reddened eyes and thought about it. She gathered her smile and leaned towards him, kissing him lightly on his cold lips. She said, word by word, “Love until the swamp swallows you up.”
In fact, Annie could feel everything.
After that night, she completely removed the spies she had planted in the consortium. She didn’t plant those spies to control anything; she just wanted to make him take less detours and make some ill-intentioned people disappear automatically.
But if he minded, she would remove them.
She thought he would understand, and she didn’t believe that with her there, the swamp would swallow him up.
After all, he would block all the blows for her, he would go to church and pray all night just to pray for her to have a smooth delivery, he would drop whatever he was doing because she didn’t answer the phone and look for her aimlessly, and he would stay up with her and Fawn playing the most boring games and not go to bed even when he was extremely sleepy.
It is hard to let go of the joys and sorrows of the human world and the real experience of fireworks.
But she never imagined that one day Jeremy would test her with a painting of the torments of the damned.
No matter how the painting was altered, Annie could recognize her own traces. She didn’t really remember how she painted it, but for the first time she knew intuitively that Jeremy was jealous of her, even afraid of her.
She smiled and let the words pass lightly, but a chill ran up from the soles of her feet to her head.
She looked at him quietly and wondered for the first time, does he really love her? If he loves her, why is he jealous and fearful?
He should understand that the only person in the world who will never hurt him is her.
Is it because she has AS schizophrenia gene?
Does he think that someone like her will be mentally unstable and unable to promise to love him forever? If so, she is willing to change.
Annie, who had long since accepted her fate, began to look everywhere for a cure for AS schizophrenia gene.
AS schizophrenia gene, her original sin.
She originally thought that as long as the AS schizophrenia gene was cured, they could go back to the way things were.
She desperately tried to find a way, but even Alonso’s last resort failed, which left her in a state of mental confusion for a while.
She looked at Jeremy and thought, he is getting more and more good to her, is it just because he is afraid that she will deal with him? Why is he afraid, did he do something to hurt her? What, not love her? Always using her?
Such thoughts almost drove her crazy.
She began to fear that she was going to have a breakdown, and even more afraid that all her doubts about Jeremy were just her having a breakdown.
A crack began to appear in their relationship.
She loved this man, but she couldn’t help but doubt his sincerity.
Jeremy split into two people in her eyes: the one who hugged her and said he couldn’t do without her, and the one who held up the painting of the people in purgatory to test her.
She didn’t know what to make of him at all.
Annie even began to have a feeling that she was not far from having a breakdown.
However, she was pregnant, and if anything happened to her, the baby would not be able to survive either.
She had to do something.
During the time when Jeremy was abroad, she secretly arranged everything by leading a group of people to enter the Davis family ancestral hall late at night without making a sound.
She knelt in the Davis family ancestral hall all night, and when she returned to the Capital, she wrote a suicide note in her bedroom.
Everything was arranged, and she could rest assured and take care of the baby, waiting for fate to arrange her end.
Because of this, when the day came, Annie was surprisingly calm.
Jeremy, out of concern, hired a professional team to assist with the birth at the manor.
Annie’s labor started during the day, and by nightfall she was in the throes of the most excruciating pain, the intense pain of her body splitting apart almost destroying her.