Chapter 4
In that moment, the whole world fell silent.
She felt an invisible hand, tightly gripping her heart, as if it wanted to tear it out of her chest, making her suffer to the point where she couldn’t breathe.
She was like nailed to the ground, staring blankly as Tristian held that girl, comforting and kissing her, and finally, while talking and laughing, disappeared from her sight.
There was someone outside Tristian.
This was the only consciousness left in her mind.
The pouring rain drenched her entire body, but she seemed to feel nothing at all as she stumbled and walked
in the rain.
His eyes were hollow and lifeless, with the scene just now playing over and over in his mind.
Twelve years, a full twelve years.
Apart from her parents, Tristian was the best person in the world to her.
He was so good that she felt like she would have used up all her luck just by meeting him.
The young boy who once climbed through her window in the middle of the night, with a confident gleam in his eyes, said that he would always treat her well.
The person who protected her tightly under him when she was surrounded by hooligans.
The person who firmly stood behind her when she was being insulted and verbally abused by Kiana.
How did it become like this?
The thought of the person who used to be the only figure in my eyes, now wearing someone else’s figure,
saddens me.
The thought of once having only kissed her lips, but now entangled with another woman, saddened me.
The moment I think about the hands that have only touched her body, but now wander on another woman’s
body.
Her chest was filled with intense pain, as if her heart was being torn apart.
The villa was not lit up, and the oppressive and stifling atmosphere trapped the person curled up on the floor
tightly.
Emerson, seemingly unaware, numbly scrolled through her phone, looking at the information sent to her by
the butler.
Ever since it was determined that she couldn’t get pregnant, Kiana would frequently ask him to find other
women to have children with.
Tristian repeatedly rejected Kiana’s requests because he loved her too much.
But in the end, Kiana began to threaten him with self-harm by cutting her wrists, over and over again, until
finally she lay in the bathtub, covered in blood.
So, he reluctantly compromised.
In the end, he chose Lindsey Dent, a girl who was eight parts similar to her but lived in the lower class.
Tristian chose this girl because Lindsey and her look alike, so any children they have would definitely
resemble her.
Secondly, Lindsey had no power and no money, so it would be easy to get rid of her.
In the beginning, Tristian, out of his love and guilt, never touched Lindsey and only intended to use a test
tube. However, one time he got drunk by his business partner.
Mistakenly taking Lindsey for her, it turned into a wild and absurd night…
And that night, it was her birthday!
On her birthday, her husband was sleeping with another woman!
Emerson cried and laughed, not knowing whether he was crying for his own misery or laughing at his
so-called deep affection.
At the beginning, it was him who said that he didn’t have any children and it didn’t matter. “Darling, I have you,
one is enough for me.”
But later, it was also him who got into bed with another woman for the sake of the child.
Tristian, oh Tristian, is this what you said, that you loved me so much that you would even give up your life?
If he really couldn’t hold on anymore and wanted a child, he could just openly tell her.
Although she was in great pain, she still took the initiative to divorce and leave his world.
But he should never have, never ever, should have said he loved her while at the same time having children with other women, creating a new family of three.
Emerson trembled as she put down her phone, looking up at the love nest she had shared with Tristian.
This home was filled with all the evidence of their love, bit by bit.
Back then, her eyes were filled with happiness, and she even told him that when she grew old, she would give this house to their children, so that they could continue this kind of happiness.
But now, she only felt glaring.
So she took out a hammer from the toolbox.
Violently smashed against the wall were the wedding photos.
She smashed the furniture that she and Tristian had bought together for this home.
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She smashed all the gifts that Tristian had given her over the years.
Smashed!
Smashed to pieces completely!
