Adeline left the country, and on that day, Asher chose to take sleeping pills to end his life. In his farewell letter, he poured out all his love for her. Yet he mentioned regretting marrying me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself five years in the past. I watched with detachment as he and Adeline indulged in their fervent love. I turned away, determined to treat him as a stranger. But later, when he realized I no longer loved him, he knelt in the rain for three days and nights, begging me to return to him. Asher, a renowned professor of surgery at City Central Hospital, single-handedly completed a highly complex heart transplant. During an interview, his composed demeanor, impressive background, and exceptional surgical skills instantly won him a multitude of admirers. Yet, such an accomplished man couldn’t escape questions about his personal life. When the audience learned he was married, many single women watching showed visible disappointment. But they were also curious about who could inspire such a remarkable man to settle down. I sat on the sofa watching the live interview, feeling a sudden surge of secret joy. The host noticed the tattoo on the inside of Asher’s wrist—”XIN.” She asked about its meaning. The moment she asked, Asher’s composed face showed a slight hesitation. His eyelids lowered, concealing the emotions swirling in his dark eyes. “It’s my beloved.”
His tone was as calm as ever, yet it carried a hint of regret. The smile on his lips vanished instantly. The person he loves the most? Why didn’t he just say it was me? My friend sitting next to me teased me with a playful expression: “Susu, I never expected it. Your Professor Jiang seems so aloof, yet secretly he’s so romantic, tattooing your XIN on his arm.” “Truly envious of your relationship.” Hearing her words, the gloom in my heart slightly lifted. Looking at Asher’s affectionate gaze on the tattoo on TV, a smile tugged at my lips. Asher and I grew up together; we were childhood sweethearts. Later, we got married as planned. He’s not one to express love openly, but it turns out he cared for me deeply in secret. Thinking of this, my cheeks warmed slightly. My hand unconsciously touched my belly. After my friend left, I was alone in the villa. I waited quietly for Asher to come. Hoping to see his joy when he found out the news. However, what I didn’t expect was. What I received was Asher’s farewell letter.
Asher took his own life. He consumed a whole bottle of sleeping pills, choosing to end his brilliant life. He also abandoned me.
When the police handed me the farewell letter, I trembled as I took it. On A4 paper, his familiar handwriting, though a bit messy, was filled with genuine and deep love from the depths of his heart. But the person he expressed it to was not me. It was Adeline. She was a girl who got into our university through school sponsorship due to her poor family background. In all the years I’d been with him, I’d never heard him mention her name. Yet, it turned out she was the one he loved. He had kept this love so carefully. I couldn’t hold on and collapsed onto the carpet. The sudden shock caused a faint pain in my belly. But in the next second, my gaze landed on the jar of Origami Cranes in the corner of the wardrobe, making my heart ache unbearably. I hadn’t forgotten when I accidentally saw him folding Origami Cranes in the study, and he scolded me for interrupting. At the time, I thought he was embarrassed because I accidentally saw a secret gift he was preparing for me. But I didn’t realize this consideration was never meant for me. With trembling hands, I took out the jar of Origami Cranes. Each one had a message. “I love you, Adeline.” “I miss you too.” Asher’s farewell letter was filled with this phrase. He fell in love with Adeline’s coolness at first sight. And he regretted that their status differences kept them apart. XIN. It was Adeline. Not Iris. The one he couldn’t forget was never me. He admitted that the person he loved the most was Adeline. And in the farewell letter, there was only one line about me. “I regret marrying Iris.”
How absurd. All those years, I gave up inheriting Iris’s Family, choosing to be an ordinary anesthesiologist for him. I even repeatedly refused others’ kindness, focusing only on him. In the end, he ignored all my efforts. His eyes only saw that girl from the slums, Adeline, who wasn’t even worthy of him. Every word in the farewell letter was like a burning ember, leaving my heart bleeding. Asher betrayed my deep love, choosing to mentally drift away. Such a scumbag doesn’t deserve for me to endure the hardship of carrying his child for ten months. Just as I made up my mind, the villa’s doorbell suddenly rang.
Standing at the door was Adeline, who was supposed to be abroad. Her eyes were red, indicating she knew about Asher’s suicide. “Iris, if it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t have ended up like this today!” Her face was pale, and when her gaze met mine, it turned hostile. Adeline told me. She was supposed to leave the country the day Asher died, but a few days before, she received a love letter from him. The letter clearly expressed Asher’s love and affection for her. He even transferred a house to her name as a gesture of sincerity. But when she realized all this and wanted to find him. He had already chosen to end his life. Separated by life and death, they could never meet again. After saying this, seemingly unsatisfied, she rushed up and slapped me hard. “It’s because of you he died!” “If you hadn’t clung to him wanting to marry, he wouldn’t have been so miserable!” Caught off guard, the taste of blood filled my mouth, making me feel nauseous. I couldn’t hold back and vomited on the spot. What made me feel sick was their so-called mental affair. Adeline frowned slightly, contemplating for a moment before her gaze fell on my tightly covered belly. She questioned me with a hint of suspicion. “You’re pregnant?” After the nausea subsided, I slowly got up. However, I didn’t directly answer her but instead returned her slap. She probably didn’t expect me to fight back and looked at me in disbelief, holding her cheek. As Asher’s rightful wife, my pregnancy is perfectly normal. But she, being someone Asher secretly admired for years without any results, how dare she openly challenge me—it’s shameless. “Besides, our marriage was consensual. If Asher didn’t want it, I would never have forced him to spend his life with me.” “As things stand, all of this is his own choice. He wasted my feelings, my youth. Who are you to judge me?” After hearing me, Adeline suddenly burst into laughter. “Iris, if I had your status and position, do you think the title of Mrs. Jiang would still be yours?” “He had no choice but to marry you because of your status. How could you be so stupid to think he willingly wanted to be with you?” I was stunned. My mind went blank. Thoughts were racing, but I didn’t know where to start sorting them. Seeing me distracted, Adeline pulled out a prepared fruit knife from her pocket, viciously stabbing toward me. “You ruined our happiness. You and your child should die!” Blood gushed from my belly, and I felt myself gradually slipping into coldness. I couldn’t hold on any longer and fell to the ground. Into darkness.
When I woke up again. I was standing in a secluded part of the campus woods, and not far away, Asher was walking towards me. His gaze was cold when it landed on me. I was reborn. Realizing this. This time, I turned and left without saying a word to Asher. But after a few steps. Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps behind me. Asher sprinted past me like the wind, his unsteady behavior unlike his usual self. I watched his figure disappear, and a bold idea formed in my mind. So I pursed my lips and followed. He reached the classroom before me. When I arrived, he was at the door, looking lost yet relieved as he watched Adeline quietly reading inside. Sunlight fell on his face, giving him a subtle gentleness. His gaze was so focused on Adeline. On the woman he fell for at first sight and kept buried in his heart. With just one glance, I understood. Asher was reborn too. 8 Guided by memories from my previous life, I found my place. It’s lunchtime now. The academic atmosphere at Central High School is very intense. Everyone studies at a brisk pace, with no time to waste.
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