Chapter 16%
Jonathan stood at the airport exit without an umbrella, cold rain soaking through the collar of his trench coat. He’d come overseas but didn’t even know where I was.
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“Mr. Zander, your hotel’s been arranged. His assistant carefully handed him a black umbrella. “Would you Jonathan shook his head, rain sliding down the sharp line of his jaw “Keep looking.” he said.
Back at the hotel, he wearily yanked off his tie and tossed his phone onto the bed.
The screen lit up and a message his assistant had just sent popped up. [Mr. Zander, take a look at this comic. It feels a bit… like you and Madam?
A link was attached below!
Jonathan frowned and clicked on it. The comic’s cover showed a familiar figure from behind
The slender outline of the back looked exactly like me
His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he quickly swiped to the first page.
The story began with their first meeting on campus. Sunlight streamed through the art classroom window, a girl was focused on drawing a sketch and a boy was secretly watching from outside the door
“This is.” Jonathan’s throat tightened &
He flipped through the pages, his heart beating
10 faster and faster
Every detail in the comic overlapped with his memories.
The boy buying art books, braving the snow to deliver medicine, the clumsy paper rose apology.
Until the seventh chapter, the plot took a sharp turn.?
“The doctor said I might never be able to have children again.”
The female lead in the comic lay on the hospital bed, tears soaking her pillow.)
And the male lead stood by the bed, his expression shifting from shock to cold indifference.
Jonathan abruptly closed his phone, his chest heaving
That wasn’t a comic, it was my diary, a bloody accusation from me.
He trembled as he reopened it, forcing himself to continue reading.
“He started coming home late, his shirts smelling of unfamiliar perfume.”
Today is our wedding anniversary. He said he had to work overtime.”
“He brought that girl home and said she was pregnant.”
The final panel showed the female lead dragging a suitcase in the rain, a burning villa behind her.
The bubble dialogue contained only one sentence. Nathan, I don’t want you anymore.”
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A drop of water landed on the phone screen.
Jonathan blankly touched his face, only then realizing it was covered in tears.
He remembered the day Daphne had the miscarriage, lying on the operating table, as pale as a sheet of paper.
The doctor had told him privately that due to the heavy bleeding, she might have difficulty conceiving again in the future
What had he done then??
For the first few months, he had indeed been extra considerate.
He came home on time every day, personally made soup and gently comforted her in the night when she had nightmares.
Alas, he gradually grew impatient.
Every time he saw friends posting pictures of their children, every time family gatherings involved elders asking, “When are you two planning to have kids?” that tenderness turned into a hidden resentment||
“Why does it have to be you who can’t get pregnant?“X
Once, drunk, he had blurted those words out at me while I was crying.
He apologized the next day. Still, some cracks, once formed, can never be mended.X
He started making excuses not to go home and later, he couldn’t even be bothered to make excuses.}}
Until Wendy appeared. She was young and healthy and the doctor said her uterus was in excellent condition. He couldn’t help but entertain other thoughts
“idiot!” Jonathan groaned, covering his face. A low sob escaped through his fingers.
The author’s reply was the latest comment in the comic’s comment section. “Thank you for your concern. The female lead is doing well now and has a new life.”
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