Broken Love: His Final Goodbye

I rarely attended the event Florence organized.Her close friends all resented me, and none of them bothered to hide their dislike.Today’s humiliation wasn’t the first I had endured.Each time, Timothy led the chorus of ridicule.They rejected me simply because they believed I was unworthy of Florence.Florence and Michael had grown up together, surrounded by the same circle of people.Michael had always been full of energy and the heir to a wealthy family, excelling in every aspect of life.By comparison, I was a hearing-impaired student who had only managed to attend university through scholarships and grants.Without my hearing aid, even daily conversations became a struggle.Florence came from a similarly prominent family, and with her extraordinary appearance, she had always been treated like the center of the universe.People like them stood out wherever they went, dazzling the crowd.Everyone assumed that this golden couple would eventually enjoy a fairy-tale ending.

Florence knew how to turn things around, making it seem like I was the one causing a scene.“May your love be as fragile as these flowers,” she said.I threw the fresh-cut bouquet she had given me not long ago at her feet.The blooms had already begun to wither, petals scattering across the floor, just like the love between us.She froze, and I didn’t look at her again.Before I stepped out the door, I heard Florence grit her teeth and hiss a threat behind me.“You’ll regret leaving me!”I ignored her and walked away as I dragged my suitcase.I rented a small apartment on the outskirts of the city.It wasn’t as spacious as Florence’s large residence, but it gave me a sense of security.And there was no one under the same roof forcing me to bow my head in humility.For a while, things went smoothly.But finding work proved difficult, and every resume I sent seemed to vanish into thin air.I came from a single-parent family. My mother had died in an accident trying to save

That evening, I announced that I was feeling unwell and returned to my room early.The butler brought me a glass of warm milk, and I instructed him not to disturb me until the next day.Before going to bed, I broke my rule and called Florence, speaking more sweet words than I ever had. Only when I confirmed that she truly was on a business trip out of town did my heart finally settle.After I made sure everyone in the house had fallen asleep, I quietly got out of bed and slipped down the stairs under the cover of darkness.I had already booked a flight to Ganymede two days earlier, and the car I had arranged was waiting for me out back.I moved with extreme caution, careful not to make the slightest sound.As long as I didn’t alert the villa’s security guards, I could leave without incident.I edged forward nervously, but just as my hand closed around the car door handle, a sudden force yanked me violently backward.“Are you really this eager to leave me?” Florence demanded c

When I opened my eyes again, I was already lying in a hospital bed.Florence stayed by my side. When she saw me wake up, her eyes instantly reddened.I instinctively reached up to touch my forehead, and the wound throbbed with pain.The doctor said my head injury wasn’t serious, just a mild concussion.But I had a cracked rib and needed lots of rest.During the days I was unconscious, I had a dream. I dreamed of a child who looked a little like me and a little like Florence, waving at me.“Goodbye, Dad.”I looked at Florence.“Did you have an abortion?”Florence froze. She struggled for an answer, but the guilt in her eyes had already betrayed her.“Why?” I asked weakly.“You need to understand… I’m at a critical stage of my career right now. This isn’t the time to have a child.”I let out a laugh. Whether it was really about her career or because Michael had returned, she knew better than I did.I fell silent, my emotions tangled beyond sorting.That child had co

In a quiet corner of the city, I opened a small noodle shop. Life moved slowly, so I settled into a routine, opening from ten in the morning until four in the evening. Occasionally, I would close early to accompany my father to the hospital.After some time, the shop’s business began to flourish. I could no longer manage it alone, so I decided to hire an assistant. Madeline Poldark had once been a regular customer. She always picked a corner to sit quietly, typing away on her laptop. I had always found her name lovely. It felt like a pure, innocent presence in the world. When I mentioned it to her, she smiled shyly.Day by day, we grew familiar. When I learned she had struggled to find work while I needed help, I invited her to join the shop. Like me, she had a hearing impairment, though her left ear could still perceive sound.One busy afternoon, I was buried in the kitchen, preparing desserts for sale, when Madeline told me a customer was asking for me by name.