The Story Of Arthur Truluv นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He only looked at the gold signet ring glittering on my finger. "You always did have your mother’s hands, Elara," Arthur said, his voice a dry, papery wheeze that made my skin turn to ice. He didn't stand up. "Tragic, really. I spent twenty years trying to find a forgery compound that could mimic the specific iron density in your marrow. But nature is so terribly uncooperative. I had to let Julian break the seal for me."

It was too sweet, chemical, exactly what he needed. "It matters," he said. "Because you're going to sit here for the next six hours, and then the next six days, and you're going to replay every decision that led to this moment. I'm telling you now: the replay is a trap. The only useful question is what you do next." Arthur was quiet for a long moment. The vending machine hummed. Somewhere, a pager beeped—not Cyrus's, someone else's emergency. "Who are you?" Arthur asked finally. Not rude. Genuinely curious. "I've met a lot of doctors. None of them bring hot chocolate."

He looked at the computer screen. He said "I could say the same to you. You're working late." I said "You're working too." He said "My son thinks he’s a god. He forgets that I built this company." I said "He told me you were a problem. He said you told the press about the investigation." Arthur laughed. It sounded like rocks falling. He said "I didn't tell the press to hurt Julian. I did it to see if you would survive." I said "I survived."

“Arthur doesn’t have a low sperm count at all. He’s been slipping her birth control pills all this time. That’s why she never got pregnant. “He only married her back then to secure that investment from Lark Group. Now that she’s served her purpose, does she think she could just walk off to start some business and live a good life? She’s got to go.” When I returned to the past again, I gave up trying to outplay them. They were a devoted couple. Trash belonged to each other. How could I possibly leave them? The three of us could make it work. Arthur clearly had not expected me to accept it with such an open mind.

“With every tool we had.” The family moved on, chatting excitedly about the trail. Our story had just become part of their vacation. A footnote in their memory, a spark in their understanding. That evening, we walked the trail one last time for the day. The fairy lights were on, a constellation guiding the way home. “You know,” Arthur said, taking my hand. “Pryce wanted to build a monument. We built a trail. And now, in a museum on the other side of the world, there’s a monument to the lie we told to protect it. It’s a strangely perfect ending.”

"I swear, I won't lie to you anymore." Tracey continued, "You swear that you genuinely love me." Arthur scratched his head. "I swear, I genuinely love you." Tracey looked at Arthur, getting frustrated with his straightforward answers. "Is that all? Can't you say a few more words?" Arthur ran his fingers through his hair. "Tracey, I'll listen to you from now on, no more lies, no more secrets. I'll love only you forever." Tracey wiped away her tears and said, “That’s more like it.”

"Remember we said we would discuss this in six weeks." "Has it been six weeks yet, Mommy?" I laughed. "Not yet, darling, but soon." Thursday at about 4 o’clock, Arthur called me on video call. "How is my beautiful little dove?” He asked, and there was a smile in his tone that I wasn't used to. "Why are you so chipper, handsome?" "I just closed a multi-million-dollar deal with a Luxenberg company that was recommended to me by the firm I closed the deal with a few weeks ago. That would make anybody happy.”

he divulged carefully. My jaw hardened at the mention of Tonet. “They convinced me to sponsor their lifestyle,” Arthur continued. “Luxury apartment. Designer bags. Trips. ‘Business ventures.’” “And you agreed,” I said. “I was in love with her,” Arthur snapped, irritation finally cracking his composure. “Or at least I thought I was.” The bitterness in his voice was unmistakable. “When did you realize?” I asked. “When the demand stopped matching the excuses,” Arthur said flatly. “The numbers grew. The pressure grew. And when I told them that I couldn't keep funding their… ambition.”

“But I figured that you could use some advice. I just wanted to point out that there is nothing so interesting about people like you. Keep whatever that you and David are doing in secret or you'll be burnt, Travis. I am sure you saw how people like you were treated on the internet.” Leaning as close as he could, Arthur hissed every word in a voice that was filled with passionate poison. His chest heaved with excitement as he stared at Travis whose forehead was slowly frowning with confusion. He looked down for a long time, never noticing the bright smile on Arthur's face while his dwindled.

Just like how I tried to make that cheap marriage shine. My stall blew up. The raw life and pure struggle in my designs caught the eye of a white-haired man in sunglasses. Mr. Arthur. The most mysterious, reclusive jewelry tycoon on the West Coast. He stood at my stall and studied my work for ten whole minutes. Then, he handed me a gold-foiled business card. "Your work has shattered bones in it. An unbreakable soul. Come work for me." I took the card. And I erased my past for good.