Chapter 8
My brother didn’t ask much about what I had left for Caleb Coleman. He knew that if I didn’t want to talk about something, I wouldn’t say it.
The truth was, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to share–I simply couldn’t. I feared that if he found out, he’d lose his composure. He loved me so much, and growing up, he’d never failed to do anything I wanted.
If he knew that I had finally gotten pregnant, only to lose the child before it had a chance to grow, I feared he’d lose his mind in anger.
At the time of my miscarriage, I lay in the hospital, while Caleb Coleman was out, shamelessly flaunting his love for Ivy Rogers.
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He claimed it was a “fake divorce” but he was too stingy to even send me a single message.
That was when I realized–those who are loved have nothing to fear. It was precisely because Ivy Rogers was loved that she dared to fabricate such a nonexistent pregnancy to force a marriage.
And Caleb Coleman, he didn’t care whether I was truly pregnant or not. He insisted on divorcing me, refusing to even consider my rejection.
In the safe, I had placed an ultrasound report and a discharge record.
He once said he hoped it would be a girl. If the child looked like me, he would pamper her, make her the happiest little princess in
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the world.
The discharge record detailed the reason for the miscarriage: the child was lost due to external trauma and extreme emotional distress.
I had always kept the truth from him–not because I had let it go, but because I was waiting for the right moment. I was waiting for the time when his guilt for what he had done would be unbearable, when he would regret his actions the most.
I wanted him to regret, again and again.
My child should not be forgotten by his father. He needed to remember it, etched in his heart, forever.
Sure enough, just a few days later, the news broke that Ivy Rogers was involved
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in tax evasion. All of her endorsements immediately sought to terminate their contracts with her and demand compensation for breach of contract.
And Caleb Coleman also sued her for divorce.
Their messy divorce battle caused a stir. Even though I was abroad, I could still hear about it.
It made sense–how could Ivy Rogers possibly agree to a divorce so easily? Without Coleman’s support, she couldn’t even afford to pay the penalties for her contracts.
After everything Caleb Coleman had endured -her betrayal, losing the love of his life, and the child–he no longer felt obliged to forgive Ivy Rogers because of her mother’s
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kindness.
After the dust settled from the divorce, a new storm began.
The news that Caleb Coleman was ousted from his position as CEO of Coleman Group spread quickly.
My brother told me that Caleb had tried every possible means to gather information about me, but the Lewis family had blocked all his efforts.
As for my contact details, there was no way he could have gotten them.
My friends couldn’t stand the way he behaved during our divorce, so they all blocked him.
And as for his friends, I had deleted every
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single one when I divorced him–no
exceptions. After all, there was no need for contact with people I would never see again.
The next time I saw Caleb Coleman was two years later.
I was in the middle of an extravagant confession.
After a sky full of fireworks faded, six words appeared in the sky. “Scarlett, I like you!”
I shifted my gaze from the sky to the person in front of me, who was usually bold and carefree but now stood there, awkward and reserved.
“Come on, say it!”
“Maxwell, don’t hesitate, go for it!”
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Our mutual friends urged him on, and even strangers passing by on the street stopped to smile warmly at us.
But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Caleb Coleman standing under a streetlamp not far away.
He had changed so much in two years. He had become gaunt, his frame frail, and his appearance weary.
“Scarlett, I like you. Will you give me a chance to be your boyfriend?”
His voice brought me back to reality.
I smiled and took the bouquet, replying, “I will.”
“Really? You really agree?” Maxwell, my senior, ecstatic, lifted me up and spun me
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aratound twice.
“Scacarlett, I will love you well froromanow on. makake sure you never regret this dedecision.”
I gaspeded, “Put me down, Maxwellell blebelieve you, I bebelieve you!”
In the playayful moment, my gaze met Calateb Coleman’s as he approached. When hehe saw my sweeeet smile, he stopped for a briefie moment.nt.
But by now, Whaldad moved on and built a a new life. There wasas no need for another er e encounter.er.
After a pause, he paptarted his lips as though to speak, but nothing cacame out. With that, hehe turned and left. ft.
“Give him a kiss, give himian laskiss!”
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As my friends cheered, I tore my gaze away from Caleb and focused on the man in front of me. Gently cupping his face, I stood on tiptoe and kissed him slowly, as he gazed at me, eager and hopeful.
What’s fading in the distance is my past- I’ve already let it go.
What lies ahead is my future–I face it with hope.
The End.
Book 2: The One Who Saved Me from an Abusive Marriage Also Cheated
My husband exerted violence on me for three years until my eyeball ruptured.
Then lawyer Zane Cooper found out and
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rescued me from that monster.
After the divorce, I was left blind, unable to care for myself, sinking into severe depression.
Against everyone’s warnings, Zane Cooper stood by me.
And at my lowest, most hopeless moment, he gave me the grandest wedding.
“I don’t care if Zoe can see or not. All I know is I can’t live without her.”
“Will you marry me?”
Tears streaming, I nodded.
But the day I found out I was pregnant, I heard my ex–husband’s voice again.
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“I beat her for three years, and she never cracked about that patent. You really think you can do better?”
Zane’s voice, usually so gentle, turned icy.
“You think I enjoy living with a blind woman? It’s disgusting. If it weren’t for securing Lilla’s name on that patent, I would’ve kicked her to the curb long ago.”
My ex laughed. “Damn, little brother. Cold as
ever.”
Little brother.
I clamped a hand over my mouth, stifling my sobs.
The man I thought was my salvation?
Just another abuser.
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They were brothers.
And I wanted nothing to do with either of them ever again.
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