“Frances.”
I call out gently, cannot help myself looking at him in pity.
There is always a saying that men only weep when deeply grieved.
I have never seen Frances being so vulnerable. He is crying now.
“Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
He sobs as he mutters.
My heart aches to hear the hoarse voice.
It was not his fault in the first place, and I don’t blame him anymore on the matter.
Instead, I blame myself for choosing not to trust him.
“I don’t blame you anymore. It was Whitney’s fault, not yours.”
I gently speak as I run my hand through his hair.
His appearance is distressing.
“No, it’s my fault. I was so careless that I did not even know you were pregnant. Maybe all of these might not have happened if you hadn’t left me.”
His words are full of guilt.
However, there are not many things you could regret in life. I was the one who decided to leave him at that point.
It was also my decision not to tell him about the child.
At the end of the day, it was me trying to have things my way, causing things to end like this.
I have been in pain for so long because of my child. I don’t want Frances to suffer the pain I suffered.
“It’s all over. Let’s say nothing about it anymore.”
I say to him softly and grab his hands in mine.
Frances looks up after a long period of silence.
His eyes are red. It is not part of my imagination. He is crying.
He stands up and approaches me, hugging me tightly.
I am a little suffocated by the tight hug, but my heart feels at ease.
I love Frances. I am sure of that.
Now that the misunderstanding has cleared, I don’t want to leave his side again. I don’t mind whether he loves me or not anymore.
Frances let go of me after hugging me for some time. His icy cold lips kiss mine.
The kiss is so tender and gentle that it melts my heart.
I hug him tightly and respond awkwardly.
I respond to his kiss for the first time.
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