Chapter 11
Chris’s POV.
I must be the biggest fool in the world.
When I had love, I pushed it away, and only when I lost everything did I realize how much it all meant to me. Ashley was gentle and timid.
I admit that I married her for her tolerance, her tenderness, and the fact that she wouldn’t cause any trouble. How could someone like that not be the perfect choice for a wife?
Her gentleness and understanding, never making a fuss, made me take her for granted.
I was also challenging her, wanting to see just how much she loved me.
I had no romantic feelings for Chloe, I always saw her as a sister.
By chance, I favored Chloe, and Ashley’s typically aloof face finally relaxed.
I knew she was jealous! She cared about me!
Having tasted sweetness once, I craved it endlessly. The better I treated Chloe, the more I neglected Ashley, the more she cherished me and kept me in her heart.
I seemed to find a perverse pleasure in this and couldn’t get enough.
But I never anticipated losing control.
That day, after a trip to Disneyland with Chloe and Amanda, Ashley changed. She blindsided me with a divorce proposal.
I panicked, but more than that, I was furious. How could Ashley leave me?
She could only love me!
I went into a frenzy, throwing everything out of Oliver’s room like a demon–possessed.
It was when she stood there, cold and broken, crying and apologizing, that I let her go.
But I didn’t feel the satisfaction I expected; for the first time, I thought I had done something terribly wrong, as if I was about to lose Ashley.
But I was clueless, without a clue on what to do next.
Chloe approached me about building a factory, and I agreed readily.
And I intentionally had a neighbor tell Ashley.
Little did I know that our child was buried there!
At that moment, it felt like my heart would never beat again.
I had lost Ashley completely.
I’d never find another girl as wonderful as her.
She never remarried, dedicating herself to charity instead.
I knew Oliver was always in her heart.
I wanted to make amends, but what right did I have?
I was full of regret, but she left me.
(End)