Semua Bab I Can't Eat, so He Feeds Someone Else: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Nikolai froze for three full seconds. Then, an innocent, confused look washed over his face. His brows drew together, and his eyes filled with the same heartache he had always shown me. "Bunny-shaped apples?" he repeated lowly before asking cautiously, "Emi, are you willing to have a bite today? I'll go slice them right now!"He reached out to take my hand. I stared at that hand. The very hand that, just yesterday, was feeding another woman. I took half a step back, pressing my phone screen against my palm. It featured the photo Stella had shared of the bunny-shaped apples held between a man's long, well-defined fingers as he fed them to her."Nikolai." Right then, a crude pounding at the door cut me off. Estelle's syrupy sweet voice drifted in from outside. "Mr. Hollowell, I really don't understand this page. It'll only take a minute, I promise!"Nikolai's gaze wavered with the slightest hint of panic. He shot to his feet, crossed the room, and unlocked the door. Estelle st

In the days that followed, Nikolai was as happy as a lark. He dug out a recipe book he had kept tucked away and went into the kitchen himself to simmer soup for me. Sitting beside me, he rambled about how Celine had been in good spirits, how the garden at the family home had been renovated, and how I would definitely love it. I sat on the couch, listened, nodded, and occasionally hummed in response. He didn't notice that I'd spent those two days discreetly clearing out my belongings. I folded a few pieces of clothing that had been buried at the bottom of my drawers, packed them into an unassuming cloth bag, and tucked it into the deepest corner of the wardrobe. I gathered my passport and documents and placed them in the small bag I carried with me. He thought I was putting away my winter clothes. I didn't explain myself. Estelle had posted several updates on X in the last two days. She posted a photo of the city at dusk. There was no one in it, but in the background stood a f

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

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

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