Chapter 7
#Chapter 8
Vincent was taken to the hospital, his forehead stitched with eight stitches.
When he woke up, he felt dizzy and nauseous, diagnosed with a concussion.
The bodyguard thought it was quite unfair.
“We only tried to kick him out. He ran into the door frame himself.”
In the hospital bed, Vincent panted weakly, pointing at me with his finger.
“Gemma, my head hurts so much…”
Cyrus was quick to pull me away, leaving the bodyguard with the instructions: “Find him a nurse.”
When we reached the door, Vincent started vomiting again, furiously pressing the call button.
I sighed, watching the doctors and nurses running back and forth.
“Cyrus, let me talk to him for a moment.”
Once the door was closed, Vincent couldn’t hide the joy on his face.
“Gemma, I knew you wouldn’t ignore me. You still care about me. Now it’s not too late. You love me, I love you. We’ll get married tomorrow, and I’ll give you the perfect wedding, everything you want…”
“Vincent, how do you still not understand?”
I interrupted his excited fantasies, speaking coldly.
“I’m telling you, I don’t love you, not out of spite or because of Sylvia, but because I truly don’t love you anymore.” His lips trembled, his face turning even paler.
It took a long while before he shook his head. “I don’t believe it. You used to love me so much.”
“Yes, I loved you so much back then. But how did you treat me? You envied my family’s position, resented the fact that I was born at the top of the pyramid and you felt inferior to our family. So you deliberately found a nouveau riche’s daughter to date, telling everyone you didn’t love me, that I was chasing you, even saying I was the one who wanted to marry you.”
“You stabbed me in the heart so many times. Did you ever think I would hurt too?”
Vincent instinctively wanted to refute, but the words died in his throat.
He knew I was telling the truth.
His insecurities and jealousy were laid bare, but he couldn’t admit them.
Now that I had exposed him, he didn’t even have the courage to look me in the eye.
The silence lasted for a long time, so long that Cyrus finally knocked on the door. He sighed, then asked me, are we really beyond saving? I won’t be jealous or insecure anymore, can we start over?”
stood up and looked into his eyes, which I once loved, answering firmly.
“Gemma,
“I’ve already tried in my dreams. The result of marrying you was you hating me for life, stealing all my family’s
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fortune, and causing the deaths of my parents. That happy ending belongs to you and Sylvia, not to me.”
Before leaving, I heard Vincent crying.
It sounded just like the cries I had heard before, when my parents and I were caught in that car accident.
But this time, I would never end up with the same tragic ending.
In the days before my wedding to Cyrus, the Sterling Family followed the same path as the Rae family.
I heard that Sylvia had gathered a lot of evidence, which led to The Sterling Family’s tax evasion charges and accusations of assaulting company employees. The public outcry sealed their fate, and they fell apart for good.
From then on, we never heard of the Rae or Sterling families again.
Vincent also disappeared without a trace.
On our wedding day, I wore the family bracelet passed down through the Blackwood family.
Cyrus’s grandmother came all the way to see us, bringing a piece of paper Cyrus had kept for many years.
It was our class yearbook from when he transferred, and he had kept my message, sealing it in a layer of film. When I saw my youthful handwriting again, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Cyrus, you went to such a distant place.”
“To me, it’s like you’re always with me, Gemma.”
Cyrus walked over and held me close.
“From now on, I won’t go far. I’ll only be by your side. And you will always be my star.”
#Chapter 6
