Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 548

Chapter 548

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“Does Anna know about fits? Rebecca mocked him. “You’re weird. Do you have some kind of obsession with your exes?” Vance glanced at her and gave a bitter smile. “She knows. I haven’t hidden anything from her.”

“Of course. You’ve always been shamelessly open about your affairs. Back when you were with Catherine, you didn’t hide anything from me either.” She stood up, ready to go inside.

“Rebecca.”

“What else?”

“Do you still hate me?”

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That question struck like a sudden tornado, stirring up 12 years of buried memories. Sweetness, bitterness, joy, and pain all surged together.

If this had been in the past, she would have looked him in the eye and said coldly, “I dori’t.”

She would have told him and herself that they were now strangers. True release meant feeling neither love nor hate, because even hate required energy.

She turned back, her voice as clear and light as the summer wind across the ranch. “I don’t hate you anymore.”

It was true. And it took no effort at all. The past had become as light as drifting clouds.

He nodded. “Good. But you did hate me once, right?”

She thought about it seriously and nodded.

Only after truly letting go could she admit that she had hated him/While she was still hating, she hadn’t dared face it, afraid that the word would reveal her weakness and that in the quiet of the night, the emotions would come rushing back.

“Because you gave me your youth and your health, but I never gave you the same love in return?” he asked under the moonlight.

She tried hard to recall, remembering that when she had saved him, it had been pure impulse and courage.

Later, when she was injured and accepted that she might never dance again, she had never expected repayment from him. She had never thought of marrying him.

If he hadn’t proposed, none of what followed would have happened. When she saved him, it might have been because she loved

୮ him, but it might also have simply been instinct..

Her voice carried a misty softness. “Actually, I thought about it later. If it had been a child, an old person, or any stranger on the street, I probably would have pushed them out of the way, too. It just happened to be you.”

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