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Here in this remote village, I became a volunteer, transforming into
a rural teacher.
Every day, I face the innocent faces of the little ones, no longer dwelling on my departed parents, Whiskers, or having to confront
Ethan.
Despite the harsh conditions and physical exhaustion, I find myself truly happy. This joy, bubbling from deep within, is something I haven’t experienced in a long time.
Brent is a fellow volunteer I met here.
He’s quite an odd character. Usually, he appears cold and aloof, seemingly devoid of emotion.
But when he’s with the children, he beams like a doting
grandfather.
I’ve been here for two weeks and haven’t exchanged a single word
with him.
Last time, when we visited families who had children but were reluctant to send them to school, the mountain path was treacherously muddy. I nearly slipped into a ditch, but Brent. caught me just in time.
Afterwards, to show my gratitude, I often gave him little gifts. Gradually, we became more familiar with each other.
Life here is busy yet fulfilling. It wasn’t until I had a moment to breathe that I realized Ethan hadn’t updated his social media in
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7 Chapter 7
On a beautiful sunny afternoon, as I was returning to my dormitory from school, I was stunned to see Ethan standing at the entrance.
“Scarlett, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong.““During those days you were gone, I kept thinking about you. I thought I had no love left for you, but when you truly left, I realized my love for you was etched into my very bones.”
“With Melody, it was just the thrill of something new. She’s young, pretty, and understanding. I was just having a bit of fun with her.“”
“Scarlett, come back. Can’t we start over?”
I looked at him with furrowed brows. “Ethan, I just want a divorce. Getting back together? Not a chance. If you came here to spout this nonsense, then please leave.”
As I tried to walk past him, he grabbed my hand, preventing me from leaving.
“Scarlett, I’m already being more than courteous. I’ve swallowed my pride to beg you. Why won’t you forgive me?”
His grip was painfully tight. I tried to break free, but he wouldn’t let go. Just as I was considering calling for help,
A pair of large hands with distinct knuckles pried his grip from my
arm.
