Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 910

In the video.

"Today is the 1135th day of my break up with him. I know I've said that I won't care about him anymore but I just can't help myself from looking him up online. I'm such a fool. It's been such a long time now and which ex-boyfriend would even remember their ex-girlfriends anyway? Why doesn't Boyle love me anymore. He said that he loved me and lawyers never lie. I'd bring him to court if he continues lying like this. He'll have to come back to me when his career is ruined but… he's not even a lawyer anymore."

However, her voice sounded dejected as she lowered her long lashes and remained silent for a really long time.

Boyle was laughing and crying at the same time as he wondered just why would she not come over to his company and file a complaint against him. If she did, he would have noticed her.

She was adorably naive.

"Today is the 1137th day of my break up with him. Boyle has a new love interest now. I saw a news headline that showed him with an international model. I went to snoop around the model's Twitter account and realized she posted a picture of lasagna and a picture of Boyle cooking. They have to be dating now.

"Boyle will never cook for another person nor would he make lasagna for anyone else. However… that belonged to me. Only he can cook for me and only he can make lasagna for me because that's my favorite food.

"Why must he cook for someone else. It's not like they'd like it anyway and even if they did, they won't love it as much as I do.

"How can an international model possibly love eating lasagna anyway? She doesn't even like eating that but I do.

"How could New York possibly sell homemade cheese anyway? Where did Boyle even find it? It must've taken him a really long time to find it but why must he treat that woman so well? Why must he cook her that? Why must he even cook for her? Who is she? She wouldn't be Boyle's girlfriend, right…"

Cherie was so angry that she started crying. Her cheeks looked puffy and she seemed like a child that was throwing a fit while she sobbed through her voice. She looked so sad.

Boyle gritted his teeth and absolutely hated himself.

The international model was called Emily and was not anyone important at all. She was nothing more than a business partner.

However, Boyle came to her to be an ambassador for his company back then since Emily was an international model and was extremely difficult to get in touch with. MO Group was not as influential and powerful back then.

Emily was from New York and she was told that men from Boyle's country were talented in cooking. She was quite interested to try anything they made.

Boyle knew what she actually meant when she made that request since both of them had been stalling each other for so long and she obviously had a crush on Boyle. Thus, she was intentionally making things difficult for him.

Emily even asked him if someone else was already occupying his heart or else he would never act as cold and unresponsive toward a woman like her.

Thus, Boyle decided to do as she asked and cooked for her.

He made her some lasagna.

Boyle told her that this was the most favorite food of the most beloved person to him.

MO Group and her closed the deal and signed a contract with each other not long after that. They went up in the news headlines soon after.

However, their relationship was strictly formal and they were never a couple.

How could he possibly enjoy cooking for someone else and not to mention cook the most favorite food of his beloved woman for someone else anyway?

Oh, she was so naive. She was the only person he loved since he actually disliked the entire world.

"Today is the 1140th day of my break up with him. Boyle has started his new life but I don't want him to start a new life because I'm not in it. What right does he have to start a new life when I'm not able to. I'm not even his slave for god’s sake.

"Boyle loves someone else now since he's already cooking for the person now. He's making my favorite food for her. That was mine. That belonged to me. I don't want him to live a good life. I want him to keep thinking about me, to remember me.

"He doesn't love me anymore then, so I think I'll stop loving him too. It's exhausting. I've waited for so long now but he never came.

"Goodbye, Boyle Lawson.”

The footage was clear in the recording and it showed her walking into a washroom.

She was holding a knife in her hand.

She then got into a bathtub.

After that, she violently sliced her wrists open.

Blood was pouring out of her while her skin gradually turned pale. It was a gory scene to watch.

Her phone was placed beside her and it did not stop recording.

She dropped her knife onto the ground as she turned to face the camera as she said, "I hate you, Boyle Lawson but I can't stop myself from thinking about you. I don't want to think about you anymore. It's exhausting."

She raised her bloodied arms and placed it in front of the camera.

She spoke through her pale lips, "I am bleeding for you, Boyle Lawson. It's all because of you."

She leaned against the bathtub as blood continued to pour out of her wrists. However, she did not seem to react to the pain at all.

She was mumbling to herself, "You should be able to see these videos if I die and might not be dating anyone else anymore."

She muttered with a weak tone, "You're mine and I don't want to share you with anyone else."