Did you know, Vee?Iâve thought of this more than once. If only our beginning from that night wasnât so unbearable, how wonderful would it be?âĶ The light from the setting sun spilled towards her from the side, casting a glow on the piece of paper, illuminating the words on it, and giving them a slight shimmer. Just like last year, when she emerged from the ultrasound room in the maternity hospital, weak after a mere two steps, she had to lean against the corridor. She covered her mouth with
Vivian arrived home a little late. She parked the car at the side of the road first, then collected her subscribed newspapers and magazines from the mailbox at her gate. She flipped through the mail as she walked in. To her surprise, she found a letter. It was an envelope made from kraft paper with her name on it.It was a rare handwritten letter with the faint print of a bamboo tree, drawn with Chinese calligraphy ink. The bamboo was tall, straight, and fierce just like the script on the lette
âItâs been three months now, why isnât the little one moving? When will the baby quicken?â he asked her, âCan it hear me? Will it remember my voice?âHe even asked, âWho do you think itâll look like, Vee? Will it be a girl or a boy?âShe knew very well that he was harboring evil intentions, but she gave into him and crumbled anyway. She sobbed and screamed, âKill me, Sean Jackson. Kill me. I will never give birth to this child even if I die! Never!âHe soothed her, âAlright. Donât give birth
His lower jaw tightened. The lines on his face stiffened icily like the cold edges of a knife. In reality, he had given up long ago. His heart was as dead as ash. However, refusing to accept this, he grasped at everything, hoping to find a straw that could save a life, not to save himself but to save his childâs life. That was how well he knew her. He knew that once she escaped, she would never spare his child. Did he hate her? Yes. He hated how he couldnât shoot her dead. Love triumphed over ha
âThen, what should we do?â his aide asked.A heroâs end was, inevitably, death. He wasnât afraid of death, but he was simply plagued with remaining grievances. After a bout of silence, Edward calmly said, âDo something for me. Once thatâs done, just slip away. There are no lives in your hands and you arenât in the copsâ database. No one will notice you.âThis aide had received a great debt of gratitude from Edward once, so he was solely loyal to him. He became distressed when he heard this, so
âYou deserve it for all of the crimes youâve committed!â Vivian screamed, losing control. Her emotions felt strangely steady after that scream. She threw the gun away as her sparkling, dark eyes were filled with renewed determination. She stared at him and spoke, enunciating every word, âSean Jackson and those brothers of yours, youâve all got your justice. Beaten to death, right? Arrested, was it? But when you willfully hurt others and view their lives as nothing more than weeds, you should hav
She hadnât slept the entire night, and she was extremely high-strung. However, she was feeling slightly fatigued. Perhaps because of the comforting glow from the brightening day outside, she lay down on the bed with her clothes on after a bout of hesitation. She had only intended on taking a nap but unexpectedly fell into a deep sleep.Vivian suddenly woke up, startled. She had lost track of how long she had been asleep. She found a figure standing in front of her bed when she awoke and was gre
Vivian was taken aback by his question. âYou havenât caught him?â she exclaimed in astonishment. She thought that they had already apprehended Edward based on the expression on Jakeâs face.âOur men have surrounded the condominium,â he answered simply, âHe and Wade seized a hostage and hid inside the study. Both sides were caught in a deadlock for a while, but when they burst the study door open, they only found Wade and that hostage inside.âVivian trembled uncontrollably as she listened to h
The wedding day was drawing to a close. Vivian stayed at the condominium until the day before the wedding. Then, she moved to Edwardâs villa by the lake to wait for the wedding ceremony. Edward drove her there himself, feeling reluctant before he left. He turned around and looked at her, then softly said, âWait for me. Iâll come for you tomorrow, first thing in the morning.âVivian didnât respond and simply stood at the doorway, quietly watching him.For some reason, the sight of her like this