The Crush’s Revenge

Blake Parker, Nigel Jefferson’s mom, said firmly, “I know him better than anyone. No matter how much you’ve changed, he still only loves you.”

With her help, I quickly got a job at Jefferson Corp.

Standing in front of the mirror, I felt nervous.

My bangs hid the scar, but they could not hide the wrinkles around my eyes. I was no longer young or beautiful.

Even though I had moved on, I still worried about how Nigel would react when he saw me again.

Just then, I heard quick footsteps outside.

“Mr. Jefferson is coming!”

I saw him from far away, and I was shocked.

He was only in his early thirties, but his hair was completely white.

As I stared at him, he suddenly turned around like he could feel my eyes on him.

The moment he saw me, his cold expression froze into a look of incredulous shock, then turned into wild joy.

Without caring about the surrounding people, he ran straight to me.

“Olivia… are you Olivia Smith?”

Seeing him cry and smile like he had just found something precious he lost made my eyes fill with tears, too.

“Yes, Nigel… It’s me. I’m back.”

Years ago, while running from the people his mom sent after me, I fell into the water and almost drowned.

She went along with the story and told Nigel I was dead.

Looking at me, Nigel was filled with joy, like he had finally gotten back the person he thought he had lost forever.

After making sure I was really standing in front of him, he hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe.

“Olivia, do you know what these eight years have been like for me?

“I’ve thought about you all this time. I still love you so much.”

Hearing that made my heart ache.

Blake had told me that during these eight years, Nigel kept hurting himself and had to get mental and emotional help many times.

That past year, when he finally seemed a bit more stable, he started searching for women who looked like me. He spent a lot of money to keep them close.

Blake was scared he would ruin the family business or even hurt himself again.

She had no other choice, so she came to apologize and beg me to come back.

Thinking of the promise I made to Blake, I softly told Nigel, “All these years, I’ve been thinking about you, too.”

Nigel could not wait to take me back to his villa.

But as soon as he opened the door, I saw a woman inside who looked a lot like me.

When she saw Nigel holding my hand, her expression instantly darkened.

At that moment, I understood.

She had to be Jora Young, the woman Blake had told me about.

Nigel had been seen with her a lot this past year, and he even let her live with him.

Even though he never made the relationship official, she clearly thought she was his girlfriend.

I gave a faint smile and pointed at the shoe rack filled with high heels.