He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 13

His heart inexplicably started to race. He found a charger and, with an almost self torturing mentality, waited for the phone to fura on

The screen lit up. The familiar wallpaper was a candid shot he had taken years ago of her sleeping profile.

With trembling fingers, he opened the draft messages.

t was filled, line after line, with unsent text messages, all of them addressed to him.

The timeline spanned from five years ago, the day he and Maren got married.

Theodore, you looked so handsome in your suit today. But the person standing next to you wasn’t me. You said five years. I’ll wait for you

Maren brought me soup today. She said you’ve been busy lately. You need to get some rest.j

Theodore, today is the third anniversary of when we met. Do you remember? I bought a small cake and ate it by myself.

I saw on the financial news that your company’s project seems to have run into trouble. Are you okay? Don’t work too hardy

You haven’t been coming over as much lately… Is it because you’re too busy with work, or…]

Maren said her stomach hurt today, so you took her to the hospital. I have a fever. I’m all alone at home, and I feel awful;

It’s almost been five years, Theodore. Are you going to keep your promise? I’m a little scared…]

‘she’s pregnant… Theodore, please tell me it’s not true…]

[why don’t you believe me… I really didn’t push her…]

[2000cc of blood… Theodore, you’re so cruel…]

It hurts… so much… save me…]

he last message, dated the day Maren gave her the pregnancy report, was only a few words, but they radiated a bone–deep despair.

So, hell really does exist.j

heodore read them one by one, his breathing growing more ragged, his fingers trembling so hard he could barely hold the phone.

hese words were like a series of red–hot branding irons, searing his conscience.

e could almost see how, over the past five years, the woman he had promised to protect was slowly tormented by waiting, hoping, doubting, and despairing, ntil he finally pushed her into the abyss with his own hands.

nd in the photo album, there were countless pictures she had secretly taken.

he slight furrow of his brow as he slept, his focused profile as he worked, the rare, faint smiles he gave her… each photo taken with such care, so cherished

he truth was laid bare before him, bloody and raw.

is so–called “protection“, his “having no choice“, his “punishment“-when compared with Evelyn’s daily despair and the reality of his growing infunky with taren, it all seemed so hypocritical, so cruel.

MASH!

heodore violently threw the phone to the ground, shattering the screen. He covered his face with his hands, a suppressed, animaliste roar of pain escaping his

iroat.

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Chapter 13

Regret, pain, panic… a tsunami of emotions crashed over him.

He was wrong! He was so, so wrong!

Just then, his phone rang. It was the villa’s housekeeper, her voice frantic. “Sir, you need to come back quickly! Ma’am suddenly fainted!”

Theodore forced himself to calm down and rushed back to the villa.

After an examination, the family doctor said Maren had “collapsed from excessive worry and emotional exhaustion and needed quiet rest.”

Maren leaned weakly against the headboard, her face pale. She held Theodore’s hand, her eyes swimming with tears. “Theodore… you’ve been so distracted ately. Is it… are you still thinking about Evelyn? She’s married now, she has a new life… Let’s just live our lives well and forget about her, okay? You’re all I

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