All Chapters of We Part, We Long, We Never Meet Again: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Chloe's POVTristan Lane’s clear, innocent voice was not loud, but it carried far enough for everyone to hear. The moment they noticed me watching, they hurriedly let go of each other’s hands.Micheal Lane walked over, scooped Tristan into his arms, and pinched his cheek.“What are you talking about? I just went to work. I didn’t want to wake your mommy.”My sister, Camellia Hales, followed behind him, twisting his ear hard as she warned him, “If you ever dare betray Chloe with another woman, I’ll kill you myself!”The familiar laughter gently swept away the doubts that had begun to take root in my heart. How could it be possible?Camellia and Micheal had never gotten along growing up. She was obsessed with protecting her little sister, and he was obsessed with his wife. They were constantly fighting over who got to spend more time with me.These were the two people who valued me more than their own lives. How could they ever betray me?However, when I looked at Tristan’s serio

Tristan could not remember where it was. However, I found the address through the location tracker in Micheal’s car. It was a villa in the southern part of the city, more than 30 miles away. Micheal had been making that round trip twice a day, every day.At the door, I entered Camellia’s birthday date into the keypad. The lock clicked, and the door swung open. The first thing I saw was a pair of matching slippers, then matching mugs, gloves, hats… Almost everything came in pairs.I dug my nails into my palm as a dull ache twisted through my chest.I had once suggested buying matching things for Micheal and me. Yet he called it childish and told me that we did not need those meaningless rituals after years of marriage.It turned out that it was not that he disliked them. He had simply saved every ounce of romance and every meaningful gesture for Camellia.I walked farther inside. Photos of the two of them filled the walls, capturing every season of their life together.Last March

Blood gushed from the wound, splattering across Micheal’s face. The uncertainty and guardedness that had clouded his eyes were suddenly swallowed by terror.“Chloe!” His hands shook uncontrollably. In the end, he could only stumble and crawl toward the door, screaming at the top of his lungs, “Help! Somebody help! Please save my wife and son!”The nurses heard his cries and rushed in with a stretcher. The moment they saw what had happened in the room, everyone sucked in a sharp breath.Micheal stayed by my side, gripped my hand so tightly that it hurt. “Chloe, are you crazy? How could you…? You’ll be okay… You’ll be fine…”“Micheal.” I parted my lips, but my mouth was flooded with blood. It reduced my voice to broken fragments.“Didn’t you say I deserve this? Didn’t you say you would rather have watched me die back then? Well, I’ve lost both my children, and now, I’m dying too. No one will stand between you and Camellia again. Are you happy now?”“Stop. Please, stop…” He nearly c

“Once Chloe wakes up, I’ll take her overseas and get her away from this place that’s caused her so much pain. As for you…”Micheal paused for a moment. His eyes were filled with guilt and regret, with a flicker of reluctant tenderness, but not a trace of love remained. “You can have my law firm and all my money. I owe you that much, but I can’t spend the rest of my life hurting Chloe.”Camellia struck him hard across the face. “You jerk!”Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she stubbornly lifted her chin.“You really think Chloe will still go with you when she wakes up? You didn’t just betray her and cheat on her with her own sister. You got both of her children killed! If I were her, I’d want to tear you apart with my bare hands! Micheal, wake up! I’m the only person who loves you now!”Micheal stood perfectly still. He let Camellia rage at him, hit him, and curse him. Only when she finally ran out of strength and collapsed to the floor did he say in a hoarse voice, “It doesn

Micheal refused to divorce me.It was not until he saw the ninth new wound on my body that he finally broke down. He knelt beside my hospital bed and handed me the divorce papers, already signed.“Chloe, I’ll give you whatever you want as long as you promise you won’t hurt yourself again.”Along with the signed papers came everything he owned.The moment I had the divorce papers in my hands, I felt a weight lift from my heart. Not long after, I was discharged from the hospital.In the days that followed, I placed a small portion of Tristan’s ashes inside a bracelet. Just as I had promised him when we hooked our little fingers together, I took him around the world to see the mountains, oceans, rivers, and lakes.Micheal followed behind me the entire time, like a stubborn shadow that refused to go away no matter how many times I tried to shake him off. Eventually, I simply treated him as though he was invisible. I stopped acknowledging him altogether.As the journey went on, the w