My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 129

Although I received pampering and stability from Shawn, I never felt that thing called 'Love'. Until now, I only

realized that I, who used to be very tolerant in relationships, was starting to become pushy, impatiently demanding

an answer from the man I love.

I could never be as I was before—trailing behind willingly, but this didn't change anything because there was no

difference between chasing after Shawn now and the version of myself following Nicholas back then.

In the past, I married Nicholas and obtained him, but not his love.

Now that I had Shawn, he was stone cold to me.

At this moment, Shawn gazed at me with clear, indifferent eyes, and fear began to build up in my heart suddenly. I

had made a misstep and was wrong from the beginning; I shouldn't have stubbornly asked Shawn to be with me

and waited until he returned my feelings.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't bring myself to set aside all of my self-esteem to question his

feelings for me anymore. Suddenly, I was very calm. There was no delight nor displeasure, and all that was left was

irony.

Therefore, I put on a fake smile, changed the topic, and asked, "Aren't you going to work today?"

A light flashed across his eyes when he noticed my composure. "I'm going to the Xenos Manor later."

The place he meant was probably that huge property between Bryxton and Eldham.

I softly acquiesced to his remark but took a mental step backward when he instructed, "You're coming with me,

Myra."

As I didn't know how I should deal with him now and just wanted to leave this suffocating place, I shook my head

and declined his offer. "I have something to do at the office later."

He was quiet and left the room after a while.

I rose to my feet, stood next to the French windows, and saw Waylen waiting downstairs. A few minutes later,

Shawn appeared downstairs in his straight suit and strode over to him with his long legs. Before he got into the car,

he looked up for a second, peering at the spot where I was standing, and I smirked with self-deprecation.

Then, he looked away and got into the car, driving out of the neighborhood.

After his car disappeared, I slumped to the floor dejectedly, and it suddenly dawned on me that I had trapped

myself in a vicious cycle again, just like how I trapped myself three years ago.

I held my face in my hands as I cried bitterly with deep regret in my heart. If everything could start over, I would

definitely not start anything with Shawn, not to mention taking the initiative to confess my affection for him!

The sorrow in my heart was crushing, and I sat in front of the windows, hugging my knees for a long time until I

received a call from Gary.

"President Felix, I found the butler from back then."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He's waiting for you at the beginning of the city."

The whole time, there was a thunderstorm in Bryxton, and I hesitated for a second before grabbing my keys and

driving to the edge of the city.

From afar, I saw an elderly man holding a deep-colored umbrella standing at the intersection. Just after I parked my

car, a truck drove over from a distance and sent the older adult flying by crashing into him.

Instantly, blood drained from my face, and I hurriedly rushed to his side. His face was full of wrinkles, but it was a

familiar face from my childhood memory, and Quinn and I were often by his back then.

He gasped for air with difficulty as he reached out and gripped my hand tightly, saying in broken wheezes, "Miss

Renee, it's been so long… I have… a secret that I wanted to tell you."

I squeezed his hand and said assuringly, "Hold on, you'll be fine!"

The kind passersby helped to call the emergency line, and the old butler stammered with blood all over his face,

"Miss Renee, actually, Mr. and Mrs. Felix… No, actually… you're not of the Felix Family. Your birth is far more than…

But, Miss Renee, listen to me and look for…"

I wasn't of the Felix Family? What did he mean by this?!

His words had me stunned on the spot, and I held his hand tightly as I asked him who I should be looking for. Before

he could barely say a few words, he passed out in my arms.

Soon, the ambulance arrived, and I went after it to the hospital in my car.

The butler was in emergency rescue the whole time, and not long afterward, Gary and the butler's family arrived.

Gary immediately draped a coat over me when he saw how soaked I was.

Shivering, I grabbed his arm and asked, "What about the truck driver?"

"The police had just questioned him. He was driving under the influence of alcohol and is in custody now."

"Gary, do you believe it's a coincidence?" I asked.

Puzzled, he asked, "So, you mean…"

"There's no such thing as a coincidence," I answered.

There weren't so many coincidences in this world; everything was part of a conspiracy.

Two hours later, the butler was rolled out of the surgery room. Even though he was alive, he remained unconscious,

and the doctor wanted the family to be mentally prepared, saying that it was very likely that he would be in a

vegetative state.

As though a huge mountain was weighing on my heart, I couldn't breathe and trudged along with Gary to leave the

place. At the hospital entrance, I caught sight of a luxury car stopping by the side of the road.

I recognized that car, incredibly familiar, even. Within my marriage with Nicholas of three years, he would often

drive this Maybach, and the car plate number was etched in my heart.

I closed my eyes and told Gary wearily, "You may leave first."

He nodded and passed the umbrella to me, and after he left, I dragged my feet to the Maybach. While I was

walking over, the car window rolled down slowly, revealing the face of a handsome man, and I stopped in my

tracks, unwilling to go a step closer.

Nicholas tilted his head as he asked me dispassionately, "Did you miss me?"

With an umbrella in my hand, I stared at him without a word as the storm continued to fall between us.

He sneered mockingly as he continued asking, "Ree, are you happy with Shawn?"

I shook my head and answered him honestly, "No."

"Huh?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"I'm sad because he doesn't love me."

"Who do you think he loves, then?" he asked directly.

That's right, Shawn loves no one in his heart, I answered silently and reckoned that the Nicholas in front of me now

was his usual self.

As I gazed at his familiar face, memories of us of the past three years flashed through my mind. In our relationship,

I was the one who walked out first, and I was the one who gave him up because I had chosen Shawn.

But, what could I do?

When I chose Shawn, I didn't know that he was still alive. So, I let my guard down and started a new life.

Even if I still love him now, it was a love for those years in our past, which was unrelated to my current love.

When I was silent, Nicholas' gentle voice echoed over the storm. "In the past, I had made so many mistakes which

tormented you. So, I'll forgive you once and let you be with Shawn, and I hope that you'll be happy with him.

However, when it gets tough, and you can't hold on anymore, I hope you'll remember to come back to me, and I'll

accept you unconditionally."

Even while he could accept me unconditionally, I was unwilling and unable to return to his side.

With tears in my eyes, I forced myself to be composed. "Nicholas Forger, I chose this path myself, and no matter

whether I could hold on or not, it had nothing to do with you anymore."

I said these in order to crush his hopes. But, now that he was alive, I wished that he would be happy in his new lease

on life.

"Ree, how could a cruel and aloof man dote on you?"