Chapter 1: Her

"Doll, today is the thirtieth anniversary of your husband's corporation, why don't you come?" Megan asked.

My eyes were absentmindedly looking out the window, my thoughts still hazy, not focusing on what my best friend said. The music in the coffee shop was extremely smooth, helping me take my soul away.

It took a long time before I answered her, "Don't call me Doll, my name is Doris."

Megan propped her cheek and looked at me lazily, “Who doesn't know your name is Doris? But who said you're as pretty as a doll, people have been calling you Doll for 2 years, still haven't gotten used to it?"

That was the truth, everyone at university had always called me Doll. When my father heard the nickname my friends gave me, he said this name was very cute, so he called me Doll too. Just like that, calling for 2 years now, it was just that I was still not familiar with this name. Who would call someone a doll?

Seeing my silence, Megan pinched my cheek, “Stop steering the conversation in another direction. I'm asking you, why don't you go to the party tonight with your husband?"

I took a sip of my coffee and said slowly, “Why should I go there? You know I don't like going to parties." Then I added, “Also, I'm not in the mood to go, and he didn't invite me either. Best of both worlds."

Megan saw my cold attitude when I mentioned my husband, so she blinked her big eyes, "So if he invited you, would you go?"

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore."

Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me."

I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."

Megan crossed her arms on the table, her face showed curiousness, "What do you mean by that?"

I stopped my hand, shook my head slightly, "Nothing."

The girl opposite me hesitated, “You… still remember that person?”

I pursed my lips, "Who are you talking about?"

Megan held my hand tightly, “Don't pretend to me! How many years have we known each other? Tell me the truth, you've been married for two years, and you still haven't accepted Ethan, is it because you still haven't forgotten Daniel?"

At the same time mentioning these two names, my heart was in annoyance. I withdrew my hand and answered her with difficulty, "Don't mention him again."

Megan was furious, “Can you stop hiding? Doll, you have to be brave. You have to face your heart. If you still love Daniel, then divorce Ethan and go find him. And if you don't remember Daniel anymore, just try to accept Ethan, live happily with him. What's wrong with your mind?"

I closed my eyes and smiled softly. If everything was as simple as she said, I would not live as hard as I am now.

Megan added, "When you just turned eighteen that year, you and Ethan got married. The wedding was held in a grand ceremony that shocked people all over the world, I thought he helped you forget Daniel…” Megan whispered, “Or Ethan broke your heart, that’s why you were so cold to him?”

I shook my head, "Stop guessing. I know you care about me, but I'm fine right now. Don't worry."

Megan was surprised, "I have never seen you smile since you got married. So, you call it okay? Doll, listen to me…”

This conversation must not go on, I couldn't stand it anymore. I took my bag and stood up. “Today is the weekend, I have to go to the suburbs to visit my father. Goodbye, see you later."

As soon as I finished speaking, I hurriedly left, despite Megan calling out from behind. Stepping into the waiting Lincoln, I said to the driver, "Come to my father's house, please."

The scenery outside was fleeting. The inside of the car was fully equipped, there was even a wine bar. This is the life of the rich who spend money like water. It's been two years, I was so familiar with this style of living and became disrelish it.

The car was running smoothly and arrived at my home very quickly. My father knew that I would come today. Hearing the sound of the car, he walked slowly out to meet me with his cane. I got off the car, and immediately saw my father waiting for me on the porch, he smiled gently. I also smiled at him, "Papa, I'm back."

I walked over to him and hugged him. Hundreds of villas, luxury apartments and resorts could not even compare with this cozy little house, which was also the only place that had brought me happiness for the past twenty years.

This is "home".

As usual, my father took me to visit my mother's grave in the backyard of the garden. When my mother died, she gave her last will that she wanted to be buried in her favorite place.

This is the place she mentioned.

Not even wanting to leave my father for a single step.

I knelt down and stroked my mother's picture. She was smiling. Being with my father, whom she loves the most, maybe she is still happy in heaven.

What about me? Where is my happiness? Ethan's cold face appeared in my mind. I closed my eyes, dispelling the image from my head.

That year, if it weren't for her, I would never have been able to be the billionaire's wife, enjoying the life many people adore and covet.

However, a life of luxury like this had never been what I wanted. I even hated it.

Mama, could you help me?