Chapter 2
That night, Blake held me in his arms and slept deeply.
But I couldn’t sleep at all. I stayed awake all night, only closing my eyes after confirming that he had boarded his flight the next morning.
The distance from the bedroom to the study wasn’t far.
In his small study, everything was about me.
From our first anniversary to my most recent birthday, every little thing had been neatly arranged.
Anyone who saw it would be moved by the depth of his love for me.
Only I knew that in the hidden compartment of a drawer, there was a diary that didn’t belong to me.
Blake had told me about it when he was drunk. That night, he kept apologizing.
At the time, I was so absorbed in him that I didn’t pay much attention to it.
The next day, he’d forgotten all about it.
I pulled open the hidden compartment and brushed the dust off the diary.
The password was intricate, showing how much the owner valued it.
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The password was intricate, showing how much the owner valued it.
I never imagined that my studies in cryptography would come in handy now.
The password clicked open, and on the first page, Blake’s bold, strong handwriting wrote words, Megan.
The next ten pages were all about how much he loved Megan.
The words were careful, intense, and timid in a way I had never seen before.
With me, he was always so calm and collected. I thought it was because he had matured and no longer had the fiery passion of youth,
So he just didn’t love me…
The last page was written in a messy scrawl.
[Megan was assassinated. She was right. People like us should never have lovers! I’ll send her off!]
The writing turned to yellow ink.
The words became fewer and fewer.
[The girl is so easy to fool.]
[Today, I remembered Megan. The girl thought I was talking about her. It’s fine. Let her misunderstand. That way, Megan will be safe.]
[As long as she can be my wife, even if she gets killed, she wouldn’t mind.]
[I will be punished. I arranged a kidnapping. Everything was within my control. She was triggered, and for the rest of her life, she’ll never be able to leave me. I’ll spend my life making it up to her.]
I pressed my eyes shut, terrified that tears would fall.
It turned out the person he had always wanted to be with openly was never me.
Our meeting, our love, our marriage, our happiness, from the beginning to now, was all just my Truman Show.
I closed the diary carefully and placed it back where it belonged. As I stepped out of the study, I allowed the tears to fall.
I curled up into a ball.
Scenes from my first kidnapping flashed in my mind.
At that time, Blake and I were inseparable. I had just come out of the hospital and was planning to tell him about my pregnancy. But as soon as I got into a car, I lost consciousness.
Those beasts dragged me across the ground. The coldness and brutal torture made me lose the baby.
When Blake rushed in and held me in his arms, all I could manage was a blurry consciousness.
It was then that I developed a psychological condition. I couldn’t be away from Blake for long, and my health completely deteriorated.
Blake comforted me, saying it didn’t matter if we didn’t have a child.
It turned out, from the very beginning, that he never planned to have a child with me. He was the one who had crushed all possibilities.
What I thought was redemption and deep affection was actually a carefully orchestrated scheme by him!
The pain in my chest made it hard to breathe. I couldn’t resist the physical reaction, collapsing on the bed, convulsing.
Amidst this extreme pain, I slowly became calm.
Every detail of being with Blake flashed through my mind.
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In these five years, I had faced countless life–and–death situations. Every time, he had risked his life to save me.
His care for me was real.
He wasn’t worried about me dying. He was afraid that once I was gone, the danger would fall on his beloved.
Shivering, I picked up my phone and checked Blake’s transaction records over the years.
He had a company overseas that mainly dealt in jewelry.
All the gifts he had given me in the past few years came from that company.
