12
I don’t know how long I was asleep. When I woke up, all I felt was pain throughout my body. Declan was quietly watching over me, his eyes shadowed with fatigue.
Seeing me awake, he complained with a hint of reproach.
“Something this big… why didn’t you tell me?”
I instinctively touched my belly. “Is it gone?”
Declan gently comforted, “Honey, we’ll have more children.”
We won’t have children anymore. I numbly touched my belly, trying to feel any lingering warmth. There once was a little life there.
I cried silently, as if it were a mother’s instinct. Declan reached out to wipe my tears, but I instinctively pulled away.
Declan’s eyes were full of pain. “Honey, I’m sorry, I…”
“You don’t need to apologize to me. You just followed your heart and made the most instinctive choice.”
Declan looked at me with a complex expression.
I calmly met his gaze. “Declan, let’s get a divorce.” Saying those words wasn’t as hard as I thought. At this moment, I even felt a vague sense of relief. Thankfully, there’s no child to hold us back. I even deceived myself.
It’s better that the child is gone; growing up in such a dysfunctional family, he wouldn’t have been happy anyway.
“I’ve read your diary.” Declan’s pupils widened, staring at me intently, a familiar terror from my dreams in his eyes. But I was unexpectedly calm.
“Whether you believe it or not, I’ve never wanted to hurt Cora, nor have I done anything to harm her. And the Phoebe you met in your past life
isn’t me.”
Declan’s eyes showed a moment of confusion, but he remained cautious. “Since you know about the past life, I can assume you’ve improved. But I won’t divorce you.”
I sneered mockingly, “Declan, could it be that you’ve fallen for me? Fallen for a villainess you deeply despise? Are you being fair to your true love?”
“You!”
“You don’t need to provoke me with those words. I won’t agree to a divorce.” Declan, knowing the truth, found no point in pretending.
He seemed to be deceiving himself, repeating, “I must keep watching you, always watching you, in case you relapse, in case you hurt…”
I gave a helpless, bitter laugh. “Declan, I truly admire you. To act for 13 years, it’s a shame you didn’t win an award for Best Actor.
Let’s divorce and stop hurting each other, and don’t let me despise you any more.”
Declan didn’t expect someone as gentle as me to say such things.
But only by being this fierce on the outside and weak on the inside could I remind him that I’m a bad woman, and he’s right!
Declan didn’t know how to refute me, so he kept repeating,
10:23 AM ·
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“I won’t divorce you.” Perhaps he didn’t even realize the fear in his voice when he said those words.
He didn’t dare admit that perhaps he had a bit of affection for me. He couldn’t admit he was wrong. Once he did, he’d be in endless torment, forever suffering from his conscience.
