Watching the video of Tavian, full of deep affection, I couldn’t help but smile.
Now that I’d gone far away, giving way to him and Melia. Who was this belated love really for? Who was he performing for?
As for Melia’s affair, somehow it was reported by a big influencer and the school immediately revoked her graduation qualifications and expelled her.
I passed by the news indifferently, deliberately blocking out all information from home afterward.
Gradually, I tossed everything about Barton City out of my mind. But Tavian was exactly the opposite.
After carefully choosing a new gravesite and holding the funeral, Tavian returned to our former home holding the black–and–white photo of гne.
Since the incident, he hadn’t dared step inside even once because it was filled with memories of us.>
But now, as he stepped inside again, seeing the things I once used, the way I used to wash his hands and cook for him, the vegetables I planted in the courtyard and the suits I carefully ironed for him… these tiny memories flooded over Tavian like a tidal wave, piercing his heart with unbearable pain.
He collapsed helplessly onto the cold floor, feeling dizzy and too weak to get up.
Since then, he shut himself in his room day after day, repeatedly flipping through our old photos and chat records on the phone.} He drowned himself in alcohol, drunkenly imagining I was still by his side.
Two years later, he went to the police station to try to preserve my household registration, only to be told by the staff that it had long been canceled.
Tavian couldn’t believe it, grabbing the staff in disbelief. “Impossible! How could this be? My wife only has me as her immediate family, how could her identity be canceled already?”
The staff frowned and explained. “There are only two possibilities, either she arranged to have her identity canceled herself, or she was terminally ill and had no relatives to handle it, so it was canceled in advance.”
He knew very well about my health. There was no terminal illness. That left only one possibility.
Suppressing his emotions, Tavian hurriedly asked, “Can you check the exact date when the cancellation happened?“}
The staff pulled up the records and Tavian saw that the identity cancellation had happened one week after I went missing. That meant I was still alive.
With this realization, the billionaire CEO acted like a madman, crying and laughing uncontrollably in the office lobby.
From that moment on, Tavian began pulling information from all over the world, trying desperately to find my whereabouts.
But searching for one person in the vast sea of humanity was no easy task.
He searched for three whole years.}
Meanwhile, I was across the ocean in a foreign land, dedicating myself to researching the most difficult–to–treat ovarian cancer in the world.
Finally, we developed a targeted drug that effectively addressed many of the side effects caused by chemotherapy.§
At the press conference for the drug’s release, I made my first public appearance- receiving everyone’s blessings and praise, with Danny standing by my side, fighting alongside me.
I originally thought that in this lifetime, I would never see Tavian again. But unexpectedly, that very night after the celebration banquet, I saw him at the hotel entrance, his shoulder covered thickly with snow.
Five years had passed. He had changed. His hair was now white and he looked much older.
When he saw me, he immediately took a step forward, but Danny blocked him harshly.
“Liora, is that really you? I must not be dreaming! You’re not dead… you’re really not dead… that’s such a relief!“}
Tears streamed down Tavian’s cheeks as he spoke, but I looked at him with a mocking smile.
“Sorry, you’ve got the wrong person!“}
