Chapter 9
After the honeymoon phase, I returned to America to handle business.
affairs.
Unfortunately, I ran into Eiden.
He looked terrible, as if he hadn’t slept for days. Bloodshot veins webbed through his eyes.
He stared at me, lost in thought.
“You’ve become so beautiful,” he said quietly.
He was right.
I glanced at the fair skin of my arm–no more bruises remained.
The bruise–like marks were from blood vessels rupturing after chemotherapy–they’d fade over time.
My hair had grown much longer. Alvaro loved running his fingers through my dark hair, always kissing the ends at night.
“He takes good care of me,”
I replied.
Eiden’s eyes instantly dimmed.
“Dad has cerebral palsy. Mom’s busy caring for him, and the kids are spoiled and unruly. We’re deep in debt. Everyone’s stressed out.”
I nodded, indifferent.
That’s what they deserved.
“I still haven’t divorced Lillian.”
“She refuses, saying you once loved me so much that you might transfer the shares to me someday.
I can’t shake her off.”
I nodded again. “Good. You two deserve each other.
That was the truth.
Eiden’s eyes were utterly despairing. He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly reached out as if he wanted to hug me.
Before I could refuse, a woman with disheveled hair suddenly rushed. over and choked his neck.
It took me a while to recognize that this woman with greasy hair and filthy all over was Lillian.
She seemed mad, not noticing me at all, only focused on choking Eiden desperately, hugging him like a bear, shrieking hysterically.
“Shares? Did Margaret give you the shares? Shares!”
Eiden didn’t respond, letting her choke his neck as he walked further away, gazing at me tearfully and affectionately.
“Darling, what’s wrong?”
Alvaro walked over carrying big and small bags and kissed my lips.
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Chapter 9
He’s been obsessed with American snacks lately. If I hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve bought out every shop on the snack street.
“It’s nothing, just ran into two weird people.”
I looked away, meeting his green eyes.
Suddenly I remembered our first meeting.
“You kept staring at my eyes when we first met. I always meant to ask- what were you looking at?”
Alvaro’s eyes crinkled with a smile.
“Gazing at a miracle.”
