C08
Seeing my best friend again felt like finally finding a safe harbor after a long and exhausting storm. Without hesitation, I threw myself into Rammy Thompson’s arms and broke down in tears.
She held me tightly, her voice laced with concern. “What happened?”
Back at her apartment, I slowly recounted everything–every wound, every betrayal, every moment of pain that had weighed on me for years.
“John never loved me. He only married me to keep up appearances while his heart belonged to his sister–in–law.” I let out a bitter laugh before continuing, “And now… I can never have children again.
Saying those words aloud should have hurt, but surprisingly, they didn’t. Perhaps because my love for him had already withered away, leaving nothing behind but emptiness.
Rammy’s eyes filled with tears as she hugged me fiercely. “That bastard! He made my best friend suffer like this! Don’t worry, you have me. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
I knew that if I hadn’t made her promise not to stir up trouble, she would’ve marched straight to John’s doorstep for revenge.
Rammy had built a name for herself in the fashion industry and she was doing well. She reassured me, “You don’t have to worry about anything. I can take care of you. And with your talent, our company is going to be unstoppable.”
She was right. In college, we had bonded over our shared love for fashion design. We had spent nights sketching, dreaming, planning.
Just before graduation, my professor had approached me with an opportunity of a lifetime–a foreign desi had taken notice of my work and wanted to mentor me abroad. It was a dream come true.
But then John proposed. I had spent three years secretly in love with him and I thought marrying him would be the perfect ending to my youth. So, like a fool, I turned down my chance at the future I had always dreamed of and chose him instead.
Looking back now, I wanted to shake the younger version of myself and scream at her to wake up. But it wasn’t too late. I still had time. I still had a dream waiting for me.
After forcing me to rest and recover for a full month, Rammy finally relented when she saw the fire returning to my eyes. I picked up my sketchbook, my fingers itching to create.
7:08 PM
My husband Force Me Seven Times Abortions for My Sister–in–Law
Rammy grinned. “Your designs are going to be the foundation of our own brand. You design, I manage. We’re going to take over the industry together!”
For the first time in a long while, I laughed–truly, freely. As we hugged, I felt the weight of my past finally beginning to fade.
Meanwhile, John was unraveling. He couldn’t find me.
When I left, I had made sure to erase every trace of my existence from that life. Every contact, every connection, every lingering tie–I severed them all.
Yurie tried to reason with him. “John, just let it go. She’s gone. Can’t you see?”
His face darkened, his expression contorted with fury. “She left because of you. You kept provoking her. You drove her away.”
“I was good to her… I was always good to her…” His voice was hollow, as if trying to convince himself.
Yurie scoffed. “She was the one who walked away. That’s on her. You have nothing to feel guilty about.”
John’s patience finally snapped. Shoving her aside, his voice was laced with venom. “If you ever show your face in front of me again, I’ll make sure you never step foot in the Smith Family again.”
For the first time, Yurie’s eyes widened in shock. But he was already gone.
“I have to find Rachel… I have to bring her back…”
After months of rebuilding my life, I finally felt whole again. With my skills sharper than ever, I designed my first collection-“New Life.” It was more than just clothing. It was a message.
“Women should never lack the courage to start over, to follow their hearts, to do what they love and to learn to
love themselves.”
And the world listened.
Thanks to Rammy’s brilliant marketing, my designs became an overnight sensation. Orders flooded in and even international buyers sought me out.
I stood in a showroom, passionately explaining my design philosophy to a client when I felt a familiar gaze lingering on me.
Looking up, I spotted John standing in the distance. He was watching me. Yet he never took a step forward. He
knew he had already lost me forever.
