He regretted when he learned the truth: his wife fled with their child 12

Two years later, Ryan finally fulfilled his wish and married me.

His mother was right. Even without her, there were plenty of people trying to stop me from entering the family.

To marry me, Ryan fought desperately, offending countless people, firmly grasping the power of the family in his own hands.

Sometimes looking at him, even I felt tired for him.

I asked him if it was worth it.

He said he just wanted to prove to me that he was the same as before, loving me the same, willing to give up everything for me, willing to give me everything I wanted.

He said he had never changed.

I looked at his tired eyes, remembering the past when we were squeezed in a tiny basement, having nothing, but his eyes were always smiling, bright like stars, full of hope.

Perhaps the mouth can lie, but love cannot.

I thought that my brief reunion with Ryan should have only been to say goodbye to each other forever.

But he wasn’t willing to let me go, making a fuss until now, leaving no way out.

On our wedding day, Ryan asked me: “Lily, can we finally be happy?”

I smiled and kissed his lips, whispering: “Don’t be silly.”

Ryan seemed to have forgotten that my little Tommy never woke up in the end, forever staying at six years old.

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On our wedding day, Ryan asked me: “Lily, can we finally be happy?”

I smiled and kissed his lips, whispering: “Don’t be silly.”

Ryan seemed to have forgotten that my little Tommy never woke up in the end, forever staying at six years old.

I said, Ryan, let’s just torment each other for a lifetime.

Epilogue:

My story with Ryan was written into a love story of broken mirrors reunited.

In the years after marriage, I carried the title of Mrs. Ryan, navigating the world of fame

and fortune.

Although I didn’t have a powerful background to support me, fortunately, I was quite

clever.

I spent five years learning what others learned in twenty years, watching myself sit more and more firmly in the position of Mrs. Ryan.

As time went by, I began to feel that status and power were indeed good things.

The girl once named Emma, who wanted to compete with me, when I heard her name again, it was at the dinner table of several big bosses.

It was said that her family was facing bankruptcy, but she didn’t know how to do anything. To save her family, she could only marry a coal tycoon twenty years older than her, becoming a stepmother to three children.

Power and status can be so cruel.

Everyone toasted me, saying that there were too few women in this world as capable as

I smiled, thinking to myself that I was just lucky to have met a man who loved me deeply.

Come to think of it, this luck wasn’t really that good at all.

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Power and status can be so cruel.

Everyone toasted me, saying that there were too few women in this world as capable as

I smiled, thinking to myself that I was just lucky to have met a man who loved me deeply.

Come to think of it, this luck wasn’t really that good at all.

But if I said I didn’t want it, I guess people would say I was pretending to be noble again.

When I got home, it was already two in the morning.

Ryan had already gone to bed. On his discarded shirt, I saw a woman’s lipstick mark.

He had been so careless lately.

I pretended not to notice, took a shower, and crawled into bed.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard Ryan ask: “Lily, why aren’t you angry?”

I turned around and saw him looking at me too. His eyes were dim, staring at me intently, as if trying hard to find a trace of sadness on my face.

I gently kissed his lips and said softly: “Isn’t this how all men are?”

Always restless about what they can’t have, not cherishing what they have, always seeking something new and tiring of the old. It’s their nature.

I said: “Ryan, you’ve already given me everything you think is good. I’m not that greedy. I gave up on your love long ago.”

He laughed softly, his laughter full of sadness. As I turned my back to him, he pressed down on me, grabbed my face, and kissed me passionately and fiercely.