Chapter 5

I had a heart condition, and my parents abandoned me very early, so most of my salary went toward medicine.

Later, I met Julian, and he worked desperately to earn money for my treatment.

I lay in the hospital bed and looked at his exhausted face, as if all his strength had been drained away.

“Julian, let’s break up.”

This illness could drag people to death, and if I died, then I died, but he could not go down with me.

Anger appeared in his eyes.

“Evelyn, how many times have I told you that I’ll find a way to handle the money?”

While he was gone, I packed my things and left.

I did not expect the hospital to notify Julian as soon as I left.

He found me and held me tightly, and my shoulder became wet.

I felt numb and could not move.

“Julian Hayes, let me go, and let me leave.”

He held me even tighter, tears streaming down.

“Evelyn, even if it’s for yourself, you have to keep living.”

I ignored the doctor’s warnings and left the hospital.

As soon as I got into the car, I received several texts.

“Evelyn, stop making trouble, Chloe and I are already married, and that’s a fact that can’t be changed.”

“As long as you behave and stop appearing in front of Chloe, I can treat you well like before.”

“You don’t need to worry about money, because I won’t abandon you.”

I sneered and blocked him directly.

I planned to go back to the company first and move out all the photos I had taken over the years, because I could find a new job with those works.

I walked into the studio and froze on the spot at first glance.

Chloe and Julian were standing in front of my workstation.

What made me feel even colder was that someone was operating my computer.

I rushed forward quickly, my tone panicked: “What are you doing? Don’t touch my things!”

Chloe turned her head to look at me and said as if it were only natural.

“You’re the photographer, so who knows if you still have our photos saved somewhere? Keeping these things around is trouble for us, and I don’t feel at ease.”

“These are my works, and they have nothing to do with you!”

I reached out to push away the person in front of me, but the bodyguards stepped forward and blocked me directly.

I watched Chloe pull the memory card out of my camera.

A smile curved her lips, and her fingers tightened slightly.

“Crack.”

A crisp breaking sound rang out, and my hope shattered too.

That was still not enough, because she raised her hand, picked up the camera that had accompanied me through years of hard work, and smashed it onto the floor without hesitation.

The camera body cracked apart, and parts scattered all over the floor.

I broke down and turned to look at Julian beside her.

From beginning to end, he remained unmoved.

“Julian, when I get a little better, I’m going to study photography, because being a photographer is my dream.”

He tucked my hand into his pocket and laughed softly.

“Okay, we’ll both stay alive, and we’ll have everything in the future.”

Back then, I really believed it, believed that my illness could improve and believed that my dream could come true.

But now, the thought that kept me wanting to live was gone.

My anger completely drowned out my reason, and I picked up a piece from the floor and threw it straight at Chloe.

She screamed, staggered backward, and clutched her arm with disbelief all over her face.

My wrist was immediately grabbed.

Julian stood in front of her, his gaze ice-cold.

“Are you insane?”

I could not breathe, and my chest felt like something had blocked it completely.

“Julian Hayes, you’re not human.”

His face went pale.

Chloe rubbed her shoulder and gave the bodyguards a look.

A bodyguard walked over and slapped me across the face.

My head tilted to the side, my ears rang, and blood seeped from the corner of my mouth.

She kicked over my box.

Photos scattered all over the floor with a rustle, and the floor was covered with the hard work I had saved up over the years.

Chloe stepped on them, her heel grinding over those photos.

I saw it, the blurry photo of us together was under her foot.

The feeling in my chest was not pain, but the feeling of being torn apart from the inside.

I covered my mouth and bent over.

Blood flowed through the gaps between my fingers, dripping one drop at a time onto the photos on the floor.

I could not hold on anymore, and my whole body pitched forward.

Julian caught me and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth in a panic, his voice trembling.

“Evelyn! What’s wrong with you! Say something!”

I looked up at him.

My vision was clearly blurred, but I still saw his face, the face I had loved for eight years, now filled with terror.

“Julian Hayes, are you satisfied now?”

He froze.

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, not knowing if it was a smile or something else.

“My feelings, my photos, they’re all gone, and I have no future anymore…”

His hands were shaking as he gripped my shoulders tightly.

I coughed, and another mouthful of blood splashed onto his shirt.

“I’m going to die.”