Aldric was terrified. Every day, he lived in a constant state of panic, afraid of losing Yamilet. Yet, in a twisted way, he kept watching the surveillance footage at home.
The scene of him and Vivienne on the couch that night was revolting. It was like a pair of lustful animals, disgusting and repulsive.
He couldn't bring himself to think about what Yamilet might have felt at that moment. Instead, he kept telling himself, over and over again: Ten years of love—Yamilet couldn't just throw it away.
When she returned, he begged her, knelt before her, crying and pleading for her forgiveness, asking for a new start, no matter what.
Yes, Yamilet was so soft-hearted, she would surely forgive him... But Aldric hadn't been able to contact Yamilet for half a month. The Cypress Mansion was too big, too empty.
In the hallway, there was a photo wall that Yamilet had carefully arranged. Suddenly, Aldric realized that his face had almost completely disappeared from it. Now, all the photos were of Yamilet and Sammy.
When had it started?
They hadn't gone on a single date in years. They couldn't even find time for a candlelit dinner, let alone plan a trip together.
Yamilet was actually a very romantic person.
Back in high school, she would work part-time, tutoring and serving tables, just to save up for the day she could travel to the ends of the earth to chase the sunset, or go to the winter of L City to see the snow-covered forests.
As for him? He was just an illegitimate child.
Born with original sin, discarded by the Rutherford family like trash, left to rot in some corner of the world. He wallowed in self-pity, accepting his fate.
But he had met Yamilet.
When they talked about the future, her eyes would sparkle, as though every minute of life was full of radiant possibilities.
Who wouldn't want to possess such a bright soul?
But later…
After meeting him, she began to tighten her purse strings. Instant noodles became her main meal for months. While other girls were out enjoying their youth, she was holed up in a basement apartment in the N City, gazing through the window, her heart lifted for hours by the distant fireworks.
Aldric increasingly felt like he didn't deserve a good death. He had fallen in love with Yamilet's romantic spirit, yet he had strangled it with his own hands. And then… he blamed her for not being romantic enough.
