Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 24

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia

Chapter 24

Rachel shook her head slightly and answered, “No. It’s my own problem.”

She knew that even without David’s presence, she would have suffered that serious illness.

After all, she had been physically and mentally overwhelmed.

Rachel thought the trauma she suffered in childhood had made her tough and unbeatable, but she still found it very hard to endure the pain when she was betrayed by the man she loved.

Noticing the despondent look on Rachel’s face, Old Mrs. Jones held Rachel’s hand tightly and said, “People are always greedy. They discard the old as soon as they have something new, and they never get satisfied. Therefore, they are instinctively fickle in their affection, but we can choose to be consistent in love. What belongs to you will not leave you even if you let go of your hands. And you should let go of things that do not belong to you. The choice is yours.”

Rachel stayed quiet with her head low. She was lost in thought while recalling what Old Mrs. Jones had said.

Marriage was never a restriction, much less a shackle that bound the other person to be loyal to someone forever.

“Love is like beautiful scenery. The couple travels hand in hand, but both of them have the choice to get off midway. You will eventually meet your Mr. Right, who can go to the same destination with you.” Old Mrs. Jones reached out and stroked Rachel’s thin cheeks. “Good girl, people live for themselves, not for others. Being trapped by love will only make you lose your true self.”

Rachel gazed at Old Mrs. Jones, and her fragile face broke into a smile. “Thank you for your enlightening words.”

“Thank you for coming and chatting with me.” Old Mrs. Jones burst out laughing cheerfully.

Time flew. Old Mrs. Jones uncontrollably yawned.

Rachel saw the scene and said, with a touch of apology on her face, “I’m sorry. I forgot the time. You just got out of the hospital, so you should have a good rest.”

With that, Rachel rose to her feet and was about to leave.

But Old Mrs. Jones took Rachel’s hand and stopped her. “It’s rare for to talk with me. What about having dinner here before leaving?”

“Old Mrs. Jones, I…”

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