Chapter 10
He froze, tears still on his face.
Slowly letting go of my pant leg, he said in a defeated voice, “I get it. I won’t bother you again.”
He struggled to his feet, gave a bow to me and my parents, and then staggered away.
It wasn’t until later that I found out why Jeremy had come all the way to my parents‘ house that day.
Lilian took him back to the countryside again, but this time, the villagers weren’t so welcoming.
Right in front of Jeremy, they went through her luggage and took all her branded bags and jewelry.
When Jeremy tried to stop it, Lilian’s cousin punched him in the face and told him to mind his own business.
He was so scared that he stayed silent and watched as Lilian was
humiliated.
Terrified, Jeremy tried to escape that night but got lost in the countryside.
Lilian’s cousin eventually caught him and beat him badly.
They locked him in a storage room and left him without food for two days.
Only when he was weak and close to passing out did they panic and rush him to the hospital.
Chapter 10
Jeremy escaped from the hospital and came straight to me, begging for forgiveness and asking me to take him back.
But what he didn’t know was that during those days he was locked in the storage room, Lilian had completely changed.
She started blackmailing him, even using humiliating photos from the countryside to threaten him into giving up his shares in the company.
Panicked and desperate, Jeremy came to me, hoping I could help him deal with Lilian.
But he forgot–I was no longer the girl who would do anything for him.
After he left the town that day, I continued my journey.
I went to an island, watching the sunrise in the ocean breeze; then to snowy mountains, listening to the wind rustle through the pine trees.
With every place I visited, my heart grew calmer. The memories of Jeremy and Lilian scattered like sand in the wind, fading until they were gone.
Three months later, I got an email from an old colleague, with a few photos attached.
In the photos, Jeremy and Lilian stood in front of a rundown countryside clinic.
Jeremy looked exhausted, his clothes wrinkled like rags.
Lilian, on the other hand, was grinning smugly, holding what looked like
a contract.
The email read, “Rosie, you made the right call. Mr. Lewis is completely under Lilian’s thumb now. The company’s practically hers.”
I read the email, smiled, closed it, and went back to planning my next
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destination.
Jeremy’s situation didn’t surprise me.
He chose Lilian back then because of her “sweet and pitiful” act.
But he forgot–fake sweetness always rotted. The fangs came out
eventually.
Six months later, I got a call at a seaside café from an unknown number.
The voice on the line was low and serious, claiming to be Jeremy’s lawyer. “Ms. Sabien, Mr. Lewis is in trouble. He’s hoping you can help.”
