At her twenty-fourth birthday party, in the princess dream woven by everyone, Callie shattered the scene, nailing her to the pillar of shame, to be talked about for a lifetime!
The news could no longer be contained and would soon spread throughout the city.
Charlotte probably would never want to celebrate her birthday again.
“You are more ruthless than I am.”
Because of the pain, large tears fell from Callie’s eyes onto his hand, but she remained stubborn. “Killing someone emotionally, I learned it from you.”
In the darkness, Nelson looked at this woman, wanting to kill her, but his heart was also in pain.
“Why did it come to this?” He shook her off. “Ruining her life, does it make you happy? The Callie I knew wouldn’t go this far.”
This struck a chord in Callie’s heart. She opened her mouth and looked up. “Are you surprised? You must be heartbroken now. I ruined your princess, her life is over. What about me? What about my life?”
The man’s profile was cold and hard, the veins on the back of his hand slowly receding. “You are different.”
“How are we different?”
Callie responded quickly. “Just because she is Maevelyn and I am Callie, she can do anything and you will forgive her, but I will always be blamed. Yes, she is a lady, of course, she is different. And me? To you, I’m not even worth a blade of grass. When my life is ruined, just let it be. Right?”
As she spoke, she approached him, tears streaming down her pale face, forcing him to remember this moment.
If you love someone, how could you treat them like this?
“To you, what’s important is Maevelyn’s identity.”
In the dim light, she was as fragile as porcelain, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.
He breathed slowly in the dark. He reached out and touched her face, feeling the wetness. “Does it hurt?”
Callie didn’t speak.
“Does it hurt?”
She still didn’t speak, her breathing heavy.
He said hoarsely, “She has been wandering for years and hasn’t enjoyed much happiness. I owe her. My past with her is different from ours; it’s incomparable. Don’t compare.”
“… It sounds like I deserved that slap.”
Nelson said, “You shouldn’t have played this trick.”
Yes, she played a trick.
“I ruined your cooperation, didn’t I?” She looked up and asked.
Nelson wiped away her tears bit by bit. The beads of his bracelet occasionally touched her face, cold and hard.
Callie thought it was damned that even at this point, she could still feel a bit soft-hearted.
“Nelson, I’ve always been curious. In your heart, what kind of person am I?”
What kind of person?
Nelson remembered the first time he saw Callie. She sat by the roadside after a phone call, crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. Her face was red from crying. Afterward, she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and opened her laptop to continue working.
Such a resilient person had left a deep impression on him. Over the next two years, many things happened between them, but none could truly defeat her. She was always resilient and beautiful.
Sometimes she would act a bit shamelessly; sometimes she was like a young girl in front of him; other times she had the demeanor of a big sister.
Nelson closed his eyes. At this moment, all he could think of were her good qualities.
“When you are ungrateful, it makes me want to kill you,” he said softly in the dark.
Callie remained silent for a moment. “I’m not always ungrateful. When we divorced, you knew it was for your own good.”
After a long time, Nelson finally responded with a hum.
It seemed as if they were separated by thousands of miles and could never go back.