Chapter 3
I didn’t answer him, asking instead: “Where’s Ball? What did the vet say?”
Jack paused.
Then replied flatly: “Nothing serious. But he needs to stay hospitalized for observation.”
breathed a sigh of relief, yet an ache persisted in my chest.
Ball was already old. I’d made him suffer for no reason.
The next second, my gaze drifted toward the window.
There was actually a clump of blood–stained cat fur stuck to it!
My mind was buzzing
I abruptly sat up, almost pleading, and grabbed Jack’s sleeve:
“Jack, I beg you, don’t lie to me, where is the cat?”
Jack was startled by my large tears rolling down.
He gently wiped away my tears with his warm fingertip and said firmly:
“The cat is fine, how could your husband lie to you?”
My throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
I couldn’t utter a single word.
794 Marchri
Chapter 3
Because when I regained my heiress status but was despised by everyone, I had stood on the rooftop.
Jack tightly grabbed my hand and said earnestly:
“Not everyone
like me.”
you, it’s not better if you die, someone likes you…
After I was rescued, I cried heartbrokenly seeing his strained tendon.
He just kept telling me over and over that he hadn’t lied to me, that he would never lie to me for the rest of his life.
Because I loved him, I didn’t question it.
But now, holding back my trembling, I just wanted him to give me the truth.
“Jack, when Grandma passed away, you happened to be abroad on business. Was that true too?”
But in the end, he let me down.
Jack still said firmly:
“Yes, I’m sorry, honey. I couldn’t be with you then, it was strictly business.”
At that moment, it felt like a storm was raging in my ears, and the light in my eyes was fading bit by bit.
I could no longer lie to myself.
When Grandma died, I cried until I was nearly blind.
But that was also the day Stephanie became pregnant with her baby.
The business trip was a lie, and the baby being alive was a lie.
years of love… also fake.
Seven years
No wonder the first time I attended a private dinner party, the waiter called me Michelle.
But it caused a burst of snickers.
What kind of Michelle is she? Jack doesn’t even give her a child.”
Turns out that early, I had already become a laughingstock.
I struggled to control the trembling all over my body, and handed Jack a divorce agreement.
“I’m serious, sign it.”
Jack hadn’t expected at all that he was condescending to coax me, massaging me with oil.
But I had this reaction.
He was a bit embarrassed and angry, and tore apart the thick paper.
So angry that his lips were trembling, he didn’t even notice his hand being cut by the sharp paper.
The air was silent for who knows how long.
Just as he was about to speak, the servant outside suddenly shouted:
“Fire! Put out the fire!”
After half an hour of chaos, Jack dragged me out furiously.
“You set fire to a child just because Vito stayed in your old room!”
My vision blurred for several seconds.
Before I could react, I was thrown onto the pitch–black floor.
Another blow struck my abdomen.
Pain stole my voice instantly.
But when I lifted my eyelids, the sting felt trivial.
Every painting I treasured like life itself–all burned to ashes.
These past years, I’ve grown more silent.
The medical report mentioned depressive tendencies.
Yet Father dismissed it entirely
He only said I should take a page from Stephanie’s book–make more friends and broaden my horizons.
Mother bluntly said I lived like a sewer rat, only bringing shame to the Roberts family.
The only things that eased my dampened emotions were Jack Martinez and the painting before me.
Later, Jack changed.
The blue skies, green fields, and sunflowers in the painting were all burned to ashes.
I stared intently at Jack.
Even if he didn’t love me, even if he just spoke one fair word.
