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Chapter 8

مؤلف: South Twig
Nikolai arrived at the airport three hours early. He was waiting at international arrivals in the charcoal gray overcoat I had loved seeing on him back then, holding a large bouquet of fresh white roses. His whole body was tense. He looked like a teenager waiting for his first date, nervously adjusting his collar over and over again.

He thought he could still bring home the Emilia Whitaker who had once treated him as her entire world. The flight information scrolled across the screen, the auto
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  • I Can't Eat, so He Feeds Someone Else   Chapter 11

    A month after I returned to the country, Estelle went mad. She probably couldn't fathom how someone as weak and sickly as me, someone she thought she could trample on and manipulate with at will, could really walk away from Nikolai. Consequently, groundless rumors about me began to circulate online. According to them, I was a scheming gold digger who had relied on Nikolai's financial support to attend college before shamelessly seducing him and rising to my position as his side piece. Estelle thought I was still the same Emilia who could do nothing but hide behind Nikolai and weep. She had no idea that I'd screenshotted every single one of her posts on X where she had flaunted Nikolai's love for her, along with all the vicious comments beneath them, including the comment she deleted seconds after posting it. "Given her condition, his wife probably won't last more than a few years."Without saying a word, I had Lucas send her a legal notice. Then, I bundled up all that evidence and

  • I Can't Eat, so He Feeds Someone Else   Chapter 10

    The polenta at the brunch spot was soft, smooth, and a little savory. I finished an entire bowl, and my stomach felt warm and comfortable, without a hint of distress. Lucas sat across from me, watching me quietly with a gentle gaze. "It seems you really have moved on," he noted with a smile.I nodded. He was right. I'd moved on.…However, a certain someone was still trapped in the past. Nikolai started acting like a madman, secretly investigating everyone around me. Naturally, Lucas was his primary target. He probably found out everything about Lucas very quickly. Lucas was 32 years old, single, a partner at a top law firm in the industry, and was hired by me last year as the company's legal consultant with a high salary. His track record was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, with no scandals to his name. Nikolai would even drive over like a madman and park far away on the street corner across from my company, like a shadow that couldn't bear the light. He would sit there a

  • I Can't Eat, so He Feeds Someone Else   Chapter 9

    On my first day back in the country, I used the money Celine had thrown in my face to acquire a catering company that was on the verge of bankruptcy. I needed a brand-new identity, and I needed a brand-new blade. As it happened, this company was the largest food supplier for Hollowell Group. On the day of the business negotiations, I arrived at the conference room ten minutes early and took my seat at the head of the table. When the heavy wooden doors of the conference room were pushed open, Nikolai—clad in a bespoke suit and accompanied by his esteemed team—walked in. Then, he came to an abrupt halt. The moment he spotted me at the head of the table in a sharp professional suit, he looked as though he had been nailed to the doorway. He didn't snap out of it until his assistant, who was behind him, lightly tapped his arm and whispered, "Mr. Hollowell?"He forced his stiff legs forward, but his eyes never left my face for even a second. His eyes held disbelief, overwhelming happi

  • I Can't Eat, so He Feeds Someone Else   Chapter 8

    Nikolai arrived at the airport three hours early. He was waiting at international arrivals in the charcoal gray overcoat I had loved seeing on him back then, holding a large bouquet of fresh white roses. His whole body was tense. He looked like a teenager waiting for his first date, nervously adjusting his collar over and over again. He thought he could still bring home the Emilia Whitaker who had once treated him as her entire world. The flight information scrolled across the screen, the automatic doors at the exit slid open, and the crowd began to file out. Then, he spotted me. I walked out at a leisurely pace, pushing a silver suitcase. I was wearing a tailored beige trench coat, my long hair draped casually over my shoulders. After a year apart, I no longer looked frail and sickly. I seemed calmer now, but also more distant. Nikolai rushed toward me almost instantly. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice shook uncontrollably. "Emi!" he called out. His voice was fille

  • I Can't Eat, so He Feeds Someone Else   Chapter 7

    That photo was like a poison-laced key, driving straight into Nikolai's heart. He stared at the two words on the screen long and hard. Emilia Whitaker, and the date—it was today. He had finally found me, but on a hospital wristband. At that moment, the world around Nikolai went silent. The only thing left was the unbearable pain tearing through his chest. …Meanwhile, I was enduring a slow, drawn-out torture. Life inside the fully enclosed treatment center had no day or night, only endless meals and nausea. My stomach felt as if a fire was burning inside it, eating away at the last threads of my reason. The nurse brought me a nutritional meal with a poker face. I ate it, rushed into the bathroom, and puked my guts out. When I was done, they would bring in an identical portion and set it in front of me again. "Please continue, Ms. Whitaker."There were countless nights when I curled up on the stark white hospital bed and thought of Nikolai. I thought of the apples he used to sli

  • I Can't Eat, so He Feeds Someone Else   Chapter 6

    After Estelle was driven away, Nikolai's world sank into a week-long silence. He locked himself in the bedroom like a trapped beast, searching for any trace I had left behind. Ultimately, on the old computer I had not used in ages, he found a backup record of an unread email. The sender was Dr. Sinclair. The content of the email was an invitation to the intensive residential eating disorder treatment program. However, what made his pupils constrict even more was the clear record of my reply at the bottom of the email. "Thank you for the invitation, but I can't leave my better half. So, I'll decline."At that moment, Nikolai froze in place, feeling as though his heart had been seized by an invisible hand. "Emi had given up the chance to leave and to be cured for my sake," he thought to himself. Like a man possessed, he mobilized every connection at his disposal, practically turning the world upside down until he finally secured Dr. Sinclair's private contact information. But when

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