Chapter 4
When I woke up, I was still lying on the cold ground.
I struggled to stand up and returned to the room, tidying up my clothes.
This was no longer my home; I wanted to leave and go see my father.
I left dragging my suitcase, when I moved in initially, Zavier welcomed me with joy, but now I am
only accompanied by a worn–out suitcase.
Our past decade, like a nightmare, left nothing behind except for pain and suffering.
Our relationship was ultimately destroyed by time and reality, and it ceased to exist from the
moment he forced me.
I came to the cemetery and saw my father’s tombstone, tears welled up in my eyes.
When my father left, he entrusted his will to the company’s lawyer.
I had the lawyer draft a divorce agreement, as there was no longer a need for my marriage with
Zavier to continue.
My father left me some money, and I used it to rent a quiet cottage.
At first, I was afraid that others would know about my past, so I stayed at home all day and didn’t
dare to go out.
But gradually, I longed to reintegrate into life and experience the hustle and bustle of the world.
Finally, on a sunny morning, I stepped out of my house for the first time and went to the market.
While in prison, I often fantasized about tasting the delicious food I saw on television, but my
stomach wouldn’t allow it.
I had not finished a simple breakfast when my stomach started hurting badly.
I didn’t expect to meet Zavier at the hospital. He was waiting with Katrina in the lobby to collect
medicine.
I didn’t want to meet them, but Zavier still saw me.
“Juliana, what are you doing at the hospital? Are you following me?” he sneered.
Lignored him and now my stomach hurts badly, so I don’t feel like arguing with him.
He looked at me with a distressed expression and asked, “What’s wrong with you? Your face looks ap awful.”
wway.
I went around him to get to the window and fetch the medicine, but he blocked my
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“My stomach hurts, move aside, I need to get some medicine,” I managed to squeeze out these words with great difficulty.
Zavier sneered, “Juliana, you always have a good physical examination every year. Stomachache? Who are you trying to fool? Are you jealous, using such a lame excuse? I’m just here to accompany Katrina for bandaging.”
In the past, my body was indeed in good condition, but under the torment of prison, it had long been riddled with wounds.
The pain in my body made it impossible for me to support myself. I slowly squatted down, my vision
Is darkened, and eventually, I passed out.
