The day Caleb Jones left the country, Seraphina Chen chose to end her life with sleeping pills. Her suicide note was filled with passionate declarations of love for him. Yet, it also stated her regret about marrying me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back five years in the past. I watched, cold and detached, as she and Caleb fell madly in love. I turned away, deciding to treat her as a stranger. But later, when she realized I no longer loved her, she knelt in the rain for three days and three nights. All to beg me to come back. Dr. Seraphina Chen, a brilliant surgical professor at St. Jude’s Medical Center, had just single-handedly completed a highly complex heart transplant surgery. During her interview, her coolly elegant looks, impressive background, and extraordinary surgical skills made her an instant sensation and garnered a massive following. However, such an exceptional person naturally couldn’t escape the public’s keen interest in her marital status. When word got out that she was already married, a visible wave of disappointment swept across the faces of many single young men in the audience. But curiosity also sparked: who was this man, capable of capturing such an exceptional woman’s heart? I sat on the couch, watching the live interview, a strange, quiet joy bubbling up inside me. The host, sharp-eyed, spotted a tattoo on Seraphina’s inner wrist—”C.J.” She asked Seraphina about its meaning. The moment the words left her lips, a flicker of surprise crossed Seraphina’s usually calm face. Her eyelids lowered slightly, shielding the surging emotions in her dark eyes. “It’s for my love.”
Her voice was as composed as ever. Yet, it held a hint of regret. The smile I’d worn moments ago vanished. Her greatest love? Why didn’t she just say it was me? My oldest friend, Leo Maxwell, sitting beside me, playfully nudged me with his elbow. “Julian, I never would’ve guessed. Your Dr. Chen seems so reserved, but secretly, she’s incredibly romantic and devoted, getting your initial ‘J’ (Julian) tattooed directly on her arm!” “Seriously, I’m so jealous of what you two have.” Hearing his words, the darkness in my heart briefly lifted. Watching Seraphina’s loving gaze fall on the tattoo on the TV screen, my lips curled into a faint smile. Seraphina and I had grown up together; we were childhood sweethearts. Later, we married as planned. She wasn’t a woman prone to expressing affection, but it turned out she cared for me deeply, in her own way. A blush crept up my neck at the thought. After Leo left, the mansion was quiet, just me. I waited patiently for Seraphina to arrive. I was eager to share news of a major project I’d just landed, hoping to see her joy for me. However, what I received instead was unexpected. It was Seraphina’s suicide note.
Seraphina Chen was dead. She chose to end her brilliant life with an entire bottle of sleeping pills. And in doing so, she abandoned me.
When the police handed me the suicide note, my hands trembled as I took it. On the A4 paper, her familiar handwriting, though somewhat scrawled, was evident. But the love pouring from her deepest heart was undeniably sincere. Only, the object of that affection wasn’t me. It was Caleb Jones. He was a guy from a low-income background who’d made it into our university on a full scholarship. In all the years we’d been together, I’d never once heard his name from her lips. Yet, to my shock, the person she truly loved in her heart turned out to be him. This love, she had guarded so carefully, so perfectly. I couldn’t stand it any longer and crumpled to the carpet. The sudden shock sent a searing pain through my chest, making it impossible to breathe. But the next second, my gaze fell on a jar of carefully folded paper cranes tucked away in the corner of her closet, plunging my heart into an icy abyss. I remembered, once, I’d stumbled upon her folding paper cranes in her study. She’d scowled, angrily telling me to leave. Back then, I’d thought she was simply embarrassed about me discovering a secret gift she was making for me. I never imagined that her dedication was never for me at all. My hands trembling, I pulled the paper cranes from the glass jar. Each one was inscribed with a single phrase. “I love you, Caleb Jones.” “I miss you so much.” Seraphina’s suicide note was filled with these same words, written over and over. She had fallen in love with Caleb Jones at first sight, drawn to his reserved demeanor. And then, the regret that their vastly different social standings made their union impossible. C.J. It was for Caleb Jones all along. Not Julian Hayes. The person she could never let go of wasn’t me. She had personally admitted that her greatest love was Caleb Jones. And in that entire suicide note, my name appeared only once. “I regret marrying Julian Hayes.” How utterly laughable. For years, I’d given up inheriting the Hayes Corporation for her, choosing to be a humble medical consultant instead. I’d firmly and repeatedly rejected others’ advances, my heart solely devoted to her. All my sacrifices, yet in the end, she completely ignored them. Her eyes saw only Caleb Jones, a man from the slums, of humble origins, who in no way deserved her. Every word in the note felt like a burning ember, scorching my heart, leaving it raw and bleeding. Seraphina had repaid my deep affection with an emotional affair. A woman like her simply didn’t deserve my love. Just as I resolved to sever all ties, the doorbell suddenly chimed at the mansion’s entrance.
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