My parents were deeply scared by my breakdown that day and didn't dare ask about Aldric.
A day or two passed, and the feeling of being suffocated was nearly unbearable for them. They could only wait for me to bring it up, which eventually made my dad so mad he shot me several glaring looks.
"That guy has a greasy look! He's got the face of a playboy! And you're over here treating him like he's gold!"
Well, honestly, I wasn't completely useless either.
In the ten years I spent with Aldric in N City, excluding the four years of university, I had managed to establish the Z Group from nothing in just six years.
Once our business gained recognition, he was accepted back into the Rutherford family and became the heir. During our most passionate times, he would have given me the whole Rutherford fortune.
"When we got married, you two didn't show up. Aldric felt so guilty—"
"Didn't I show up? As soon as I walked in, his relatives started snickering, saying I was the perfect daughter—like a humble girl suddenly becoming a queen."
Really? I didn't know about that.
Now I understood why my dad had said he would come to the wedding but then left the moment he got off the plane, taking the train back without even seeing me.
Because of that, Aldric felt bad and gave me 10% of the shares.
Looking back now, if I had treated Aldric like a boss or an investment, I would have earned a lot over the past decade.
I stuffed more food into my mouth and chewed, "And Aldric still has some feelings for me. When I return to N City, I'll hire a top-notch lawyer for the divorce, and he'll end up losing a lot of money."
My parents, being intellectuals, maintained a sense of moral high ground. They believed no amount of money could compensate for the suffering their daughter had endured.
Moreover, their precious daughter had been driven to binge-eating and insomnia by Aldric. He deserved to be punished, perhaps even worse than death.
What a pity!
I thought I had been hiding it well, but I was wrong. Once again, when I was caught vomiting in the middle of the night, my mother cried so much her eyes were swollen.
My father spent the whole night smoking on the balcony, and the next day, both of them took leave from work to drag me to see a psychologist. After a pile of prescriptions, the diagnosis was moderate depression.
The medication was necessary, but the most important thing was to save myself.
I played the obedient child on the surface, following the doctor's instructions, but when I turned away, I stared at the bitter pills with dread.
My parents were like frightened birds, setting alarms to check on me every two hours.
Both of them were high school teachers with heavy workloads. If they kept this up, they would be the first to break. So, a few days later, I suggested going to the countryside to stay with my grandmother.
My grandma is amazing. She witnessed the country's growth, survived the toughest times, and she's one tough old lady.
