at knowing the truth would make me forgive him and reconcile with him. Unfortunately, he miscalculated.
Hearing that the savior he referred to was from New Year’s Eve six years ago, I was indeed surprised. When Dominic first
introduced Beverly to me, he hadn’t specified when she’d saved him.
And after I woke up in the hospital that year, I avoided mentioning that night in front of Dominic. That was the source of the misunderstanding. Even now, having long moved on, I couldn’t help but lament the cruel twist of fate.
Seeing my silence, Dominic cautiously probed, “Jane, I didn’t let Beverly have the child; I had it terminated. Now that I know I was wrong, can we go back to how things were?”
Dominic’s words brought me back to the present. I shook my head without hesitation. “It’s impossible.”
Dominic’s face paled, his eyes downcast. My firm tone shattered the last vestiges of his hope. He’d waited two years, never imagining this outcome. He thought I would always love him.
His voice trembling, he asked, “Why? I do like you.”
Seeing Dominic’s stubbornness, I remembered myself when we were dating. He never took the initiative to give me gifts.
He wasn’t affectionate like other boyfriends. He never said “I love you.” Yet, back then, I firmly believed he loved me; otherwise,
why would he have agreed to date me?
I simply attributed his coldness to his personality, believing I could change him someday.
Fueled by this belief, I persevered for five years.
Beverly’s appearance shattered my pathetic self–deception, forcing me to stop lying to myself.
But now, Dominic claimed he liked me. A cynical smile touched my lips. “Are you sure you like
me?”
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