Beyond The Divorce - Season 8 Episode 63

“I wanted to kill Matthew, then. Not only did he take away my true love, but he abandoned you in the end and even drove you to jump into the river.”

The mention of this incident caused him to grit his teeth.

“I was angry at you and outraged at his heartlessness.”

I leaned against his chest. “I’m sorry.”

He embraced me, gently stroking my hair, and continued, ‘But I also felt relieved. Because, from then on, I would never let go. Even if you didn’t want to divorce him, I would disagree. I swore to help you leave him as soon as possible.’

An indescribable pain spread through my body. I knew how hard he had worked to find me. It took him 18 years. That was 18 sets of 365 days.

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I hugged him, repeatedly saying, “I’m sorry. I won’t leave you again!”

He buried his head in my arms, murmuring, “Do you know how terrifying it was without you? Do you know how I felt when you let go of my hand and flew out the car window?”

As he spoke, I could feel his body trembling slightly.

“I searched that place, but I found nothing. I couldn’t accept it. In such dense woods, there couldn’t be nothing. But you were nowhere to be found.

*Not only did I have to live without you, I didn’t have closure. Since then, I only saw you in my dreams. It wasn’t the same. I held you in my arms, only to wake up to emptiness.”

His arms, unknowingly, exerted more pressure. It made it hard for me to breathe.

*Sometimes, I wonder if it’s because I’ve spent too much time with you when we were little, so the heavens wanted to punish me by taking you away as long as we’ve spent together. So, I was confident that I’d find you ten years later.

“However, I still couldn’t find you after ten years. I cursed the heavens. It was so unfair. How can they keep you for so long? Stella, I can’t lose you again. I don’t think I’ll survive this time.”

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He cupped my face and kissed me.

My hands grabbed his suit’s lapels. I felt the same way. I would never leave him again.

He spoke as if he were possessed, continuously pouring out his lifetime of confessions. Outside the office, the staff were buried in their work while we were inside, hugging and kissing.

*Remember the fake car accident when we had to be separated? Those days felt like years. Do you know how I spent my New Year’s?” He looked at me seriously.

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to know but forgot to ask. The timing was never right.

“Every day, I watched the surveillance in your villa. That was the only way to see and know what you were doing. I never want such days again.” His voice was full of bitterness.

I looked at him in astonishment.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in Nocturnia during the New Year? I didn’t know you were in Foswood.” My body stiffened, regretting that I never asked about his time during those days.

He said, “I was alone in my room, watching your family spending the New Year happily with a table full of delicacies.”

As soon as he said that, I was in deep trouble. He spent the holiday alone, locked up in that castle, watching the

warmth of my family. It was the cruelest torture for him.

“All of you were having a great time, joking and laughing. I watched Ryan by your side, walking with you, carrying you. Do you know how terrible I felt at that time?” He seemed to be accusing me, and his tone was quite pitiful.