LOGINLydia's hand trembled. "You asked if we could start over," I continued. "But every time I see you, I remember the airport, the empty back seat of the car where my wedding suit had sat instead of me. I remember the video you refused to delete. "And I remember the kidney I injured protecting you—the one that couldn't be saved in the end. I don't have what it takes to trust you again."Lydia lowered her gaze, and a tear fell onto the ring in her palm. "Okay," she finally whispered after a long silence. "This time, I won't force you."At last, she had learned to respect my decision. But that was also the last time we ever saw each other. Mom and Dad stayed in Westmere for another two weeks. They came to the street outside my office every day, but they never tried to stop me again. Whenever it rained, Dad would stand across the street with an umbrella. Sometimes, when he saw me laughing and talking with my colleagues, he'd take a step toward me, only to stop himself. It finall
Lydia saw me on the company's website. In the photo, I was standing at the center of the project launch in a sharply tailored suit, smiling with a calm confidence she hadn't seen from me in a long time. I looked at ease, no longer needing to check the faces around me to see if everyone was happy.She booked the earliest flight to Westmere. And when Mom and Dad found out, they also came with her.On the day of the launch, I walked out of the venue and immediately saw the three of them standing in the rain. Lydia had lost a great deal of weight, and she was holding the engagement ring I'd left behind. The second Mom saw me, tears streamed down her face. She hurried toward me, but stopped two steps away. "Julian," she called out. "I won't lay a hand on you, sweetheart. You don't have to be afraid."Those few words were enough to break her. She could barely get another word out through her sobs. Dad stood behind her, his once-straight back now looked hunched. "That day, I wa
After the plane landed, I didn't immediately start over. 13 hours in the air had drained what little strength I had left. I collapsed in the arrivals hall and was taken to a nearby hospital by the airport staff, where I ended up staying for another full week. Mom and Dad weren't by my side, and neither was Lydia. But when the pain kept me awake at night, a nurse would quietly bring me another blanket. The woman in the bed beside mine would peel an apple and give me half. Those small acts of kindness from complete strangers kept bringing me back to what should've been my wedding day. I realized then that I'd never wanted much. For the past seven years, even the smallest bit of care had been something I had to earn by swallowing my hurt and forcing myself to smile. …Six months earlier, an overseas partner had offered me a position on their Westmere team. With my wedding just around the corner, I'd turned it down without a second thought. But on the third day of my hos
Heath didn't admit to anything right away. He insisted that the secretly filmed videos were simply part of his content, and that his assistant had acted alone in hiring people to harass me online. He also claimed that what happened in the hospital had simply been the result of him being confused and disoriented. But tears were no match for evidence. As someone who had been involved in planning the wedding pranks, Lydia publicly released the records showing exactly how everything had been arranged. She admitted that I'd never agreed to be filmed and had never hired anyone to harass Heath online.For the first time, Mom and Dad also stepped in front of the cameras and admitted that those so-called jokes had been going on for ten years. They had never been unaware of how much they hurt me. They just chose to make Heath happy instead. Once Lydia's clarification statement was released, public opinion turned completely against Heath. His account was permanently banned, and the b
When Lydia returned to Heath's room, she looked so pale that he immediately knew something was wrong. "Lydia, is Julian still refusing to forgive me?" he asked anxiously. "Once I'm discharged, I'll apologize to him in person."Usually, that was all it took. The moment Heath lowered his voice and played the victim, everyone softened—but not this time."You said Julian leaked your messages to those troll accounts," Lydia said, placing her phone in front of him. "Where's your proof?"Heath fell silent for a moment."The accounts already deleted everything. I don't know how I'm supposed to prove it now," he finally said. "But who else would hate me enough to do something like that?"Mom instinctively wanted to defend him, but Dad reached over and stopped her. Lydia said nothing. Instead, she had her assistant contact the platform where Heath had posted his videos. Within two hours, they had obtained the platform's internal records.The device used to log into the account that h
Only later did I find out that after reading my surgical report, Lydia had stood frozen at the dining table for a long time. She knew every word on the page, yet when they were put together, they looked like something she could never make sense of. "Secondary rupture of the left kidney," she muttered. "Left nephrectomy…"Suddenly, she remembered how I'd clung desperately to her sleeve when I'd collapsed outside the hospital room. "Lydia, my left side hurts," I said. "The doctor said I can't take another hit. My kidney might—"But before I could finish, Heath called her name from inside the room. She had yanked her sleeve free without even looking at me, who was still curled up on the floor in pain. The moment the truth finally sank in, Lydia grabbed the surgical report and rushed out of the house, running three red lights on the way. By the time she reached the hospital, the room I'd stayed in had already been assigned to another patient. The doctor on duty pulled up my r







