Johnathan dominated the fight.
Caiden was powerless to resist.
He was defeated quickly.
Lying on the ground, barely alive.
Johnathan bumped his fists together, turned to Jillian, and flashed a grin, revealing two small canine teeth, asking,
"Jillian, feeling better?"
At that moment, the knot in Jillian's heart truly dissolved.
She felt enlightened.
Approaching Caiden, she extended her hand toward him.
Seeing this, Caiden smiled smugly and got up with her help.
"Jillian, I knew you wouldn't leave me..."
Before he could say "me," Jillian interrupted,
"Caiden, this time, I've truly let go."
"I don't resent you anymore, nor do I hate you."
"Three years of marriage in my previous life, seven years of entanglement in this life."
"Let it all fade like smoke."
"What are you talking about?"
Caiden didn't understand what "three years of marriage in a previous life" meant.
But his heart inexplicably sank.
He felt a sense of panic that he might lose her forever.
However, Jillian only gave a faint smile.
Picking up the shirt Johnathan had thrown on the ground, she returned it to him, saying,
"Let's go."
Seeing this, Caiden grew even more alarmed, calling out to her,
"Jillian!"
"This is your last chance."
"As long as you turn back, I'll marry you."
Last chance?
In her previous life, Jillian had given Caiden too many "last chances" without any boundaries.
Her steps only hesitated for a moment.
And then she left without hesitation.
When I rushed home, only Jillian was there.
She sat on the sofa, hugging her knees.
Looking somewhat dejected.
"Jillian?"
Jillian suddenly said,
"Hay, I'm getting ready to go abroad."
What?
The topic changed too quickly, and I didn't react at first.
Clearly, Jillian didn't expect a response from me.
Jillian continued, Alanna said that "Life isn't a one-way street, it's a journey through uncharted territory."
"And my life doesn't necessarily have to revolve around someone else.
"In the past, it was you, and later, it was Caiden."
She lifted her gaze, her eyes burning as she looked at me.
My breath tightened, and I vaguely realized that Jillian was about to distance herself from me.
I've never elaborated much on Jillian's story, have I?
Unlike me, who was unwanted by my father and abandoned by my mother, Jillian genuinely didn't know who her parents were.
She was picked up from the snow by her grandmother, who lived her life alone.
However, her grandmother, who had given her a new lease on life, passed away when she was fourteen.
Jillian wandered around the alleyways every day.
Until that day when she heard my father's curses and saved me, barely alive, from under his belt.
In the damp house, Jillian carefully peeled off the blood-soaked clothes stuck to my skin and said,
"Don't go back. From now on, I'll take care of you."
She kept her promise.
She really did support me with her own hands, providing for my meals, clothing, and education.
