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He opened the envelope and read the letter, word by word.
“Patrick, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this letter. There’s something I’ve never told you. After your parents passed away, it was actually me who anonymously donated the money to you. It was also me who asked my father to sponsor you and bring you to live at Walter Villa. You often tell me that you think you loved me earlier and more deeply. But I don’t think that’s true. Everyone
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thinks that I slowly started liking you after you came to live with us. But that’s not it. I liked you long before you knew. That summer, when I first saw you at school, it felt like a miracle. I don’t know why… you had to treat me this way. You had promised me so many times that you would be good to me. I always wanted to know where I was lacking compared to Betty. Looking back now, I realize how foolish I was. Love is always so unreasonable. Michael is so much better than you, yet I still liked you, you, and not him. I actually had a feeling that I might not make it… But that’s okay. The child in my belly won’t have to suffer from your disdain and neglect. Patrick, I never want to love you again.”
At that point, my body had already grown weak.
By the time I finished writing, my handwriting was messy.
But the bitterness in those words still seeped through the paper, reaching Patrick’s eyes. His wrist trembled slightly, and the letter fell to the ground.
Tears hit the letter hard, blurring the ink.
At first, there was just one drop, then another, and then they kept coming, unstoppable. With the letter in hand, Patrick wanted to see Heather one last time.
But Heather had already reached her limit. After struggling for hours in the ICU, she still couldn’t outrun death.
Before she passed, she gritted her teeth and said, “I don’t… want to see… Patrick…” Patrick didn’t go inside but instead stood in front of the ICU, keeping vigil all night.
He held a grand funeral for Heather and me.
At the funeral, everyone wore solemn black attire.
But he was the only one in a white suit.
Michael, with his arm in a cast, stared at him in disbelief. “Patrick, what are you doing nowy? Do you even remember today is a funeral?”
Patrick hugged my portrait, a strange smile playing on his lips. “I know. Today is Eliza’s funeral, and it’s also my wedding to Eliza.”
The day Patrick and I were supposed to get married, the weather was just as beautiful.
But back then, Patrick got a call and rushed off from the wedding without completing the
ceremony.
Dad was furious, and I was upset, too.
But Patrick sincerely apologized, saying that his childhood neighbor, the old man who haa always helped him, was gravely ill, and he had to go see him.
I was soft–hearted and helped him apologize to my parents.
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At the funeral, everyone wore solemn black attire.
But he was the only one in a white suit.
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Michael, with his arm in a cast, stared at him in disbelief. “Patrick, what are you doing now?
Do you even remember today is a funeral?”
Patrick hugged my portrait, a strange smile playing on his lips. “I know. Today is Eliza’s funeral,
and it’s also my wedding to Eliza.”
The day Patrick and I were supposed to get married, the weather was just as beautiful.
But back then, Patrick got a call and rushed off from the wedding without completing the
ceremony.
Dad was furious, and I was upset, too.
But Patrick sincerely apologized, saying that his childhood neighbor, the old man who had always helped him, was gravely ill, and he had to go see him.
I was soft–hearted and helped him apologize to my parents.
My parents, thinking it was pure filial piety, decided not to hold it against him. Later, I found out that Patrick hadn’t gone to care for his neighbor at all.
He had gone to see his old flame, Betty, who had suddenly fallen ill.
At the time, I was full of regret and kept thinking about holding another wedding.
But each time, Patrick would brush it off. “How troublesome. Isn’t one enough?”
Now, though, I had turned into nothing but a handful of ashes, and only then did Patrick
remember he wanted to hold a wedding with me.
Unfortunately, what I had once desperately wanted, I no longer cared for.
I watched coldly as Patrick acted like a madman, holding a ceremony for my portrait, and surprisingly, I felt no emotional stir.
The boy who once filled my heart with love was long gone.
As Heather had said, he would forever be my enemy, someone I would loathe for the rest of
my life!
The guests were horrified, but none dared speak out.
Only Michael was jumping around, urging Patrick not to disrespect my portrait, until the bodyguards dragged him out.
Patrick got his wish, kissing my photo in front of everyone.
The scene was so disturbing it sent a chill down everyone’s spine.
At the end of this shocking funeral and wedding, several police officers stormed in.
With serious faces, they presented Patrick with a warrant. “Mr. Rollins, you are suspected of
involvement in a brutal murder case. Please come with us.”
Patrick wasn’t surprised in the slightest.
The man who had risen from humble beginnings, overcoming hardship and climbing to peak of power through his relentless efforts, smiled and gently held my portrait. He asked the police, almost tenderly, “Can I take my wife with me?”
Even the seasoned officers were visibly shaken, a chill running down their spines.
