My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 77

I wanted to say that it was the person Olivia had been thinking about, but I quickly swallowed my words. Instead, I said, "Christopher will come and pick you up."

She reeked of alcohol all over but even though she was drunk, she was rather well-behaved as she sat in the car without saying a word.

She was already sound asleep by the time Christopher arrived.

A frown immediately appeared on his face as he looked at the drunk woman. "My apologies for causing you trouble, Ree," he uttered. "Can you help to bring her back to the Forger's Villa with me?"

Back to Forger's Villa…

Nicholas was almost never there anyway.

It probably wouldn't be a problem for me to drop by for a brief moment. After thinking that, I eventually agreed to it.

Instead of the driver's seat, I sat in the backseat with Olivia to keep an eye on her in case she threw up. Christopher was the one who drove us straight to Forger's Villa.

He didn't carry Olivia into the villa himself after we arrived and he had parked the car by the roadside. He only went to the entrance of the building and asked someone else to help.

The butler swiftly came out with two maids in tow. After they carried Olivia into the villa, the butler turned to Christopher and asked, "Will you be coming in, Young Master Forger?"

"No," Christopher rejected.

He then returned into the car and drove me away. My eyes accidentally met the butler's just as we were about to leave. I could only exasperate over the possibility of him reporting about me being together with Christopher to Nicholas.

It wasn't like I was scared that Nicholas would know, though.

I would never allow him to disrupt my life again.

Christopher was quiet throughout the whole journey to Felix's Villa. Since I was planning to drive back to my new apartment on my own, I didn't bother informing him that I had moved somewhere else.

We had arrived at the villa when he said to me warmly, "Thank you for letting me know about this. Something bad could have happened to Olivia otherwise."

"Don't worry about it." I smiled at him when I heard his words.

"What were you doing there?"

"I had the impulse to go out and have fun," I told him, to which he suddenly brought up something completely unrelated, but I knew I had it coming.

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I couldn't answer him, but it was a question that I could no longer avoid.

The usually rainy skies of Bryxton were especially clear tonight. The man in front of me, who was basked in soft moonlight, looked more handsome than he normally was. As I gazed into his deep eyes, I suddenly mustered enough courage to tell him, "I can't choose you, Christopher."

He pressed his lips together at that. "Can you tell me why?"

There were too many reasons we couldn't be together, but I eventually settled with one of them.

"I am your younger brother's ex-wife," I calmly stated.

"Little girl, I don't mind that."

He might say that it didn't bother him, but I myself couldn't accept it. Things were definitely not as simple as he made them seem!

The look on his face was as calm as day—it was as though this was an everyday thing.

I had always suspected that what he claimed was love was merely… sympathy.

He didn't like me as much as he thought he did because it was only pity that he had for me.

"Christopher," I called out and he softly answered, "I'm right here, little girl."

I firmly said to him, "I did love you nine years ago. I loved you so, so much. I even disregarded everything three years ago to marry the so-called you, only to later be told that I had the wrong person! I was depressed for a while, but I finally chose Nicholas. Do you understand what I'm trying to say? I chose Nicholas between the two of you! You and I can't be together. We won't have a future together. Can you please just let me go?"

Even though I knew I was in the wrong, I still chose to be with Nicholas.

Christopher was no longer the man I had in my heart. Now, Nicholas was the one that I was in love with.

It only took less than a second for a man as smart as Christopher to get what I meant. With his eyes closed, he began slowly, "I will give you anything you want as you wish, little girl. There were a lot of times where I held back from coming to you because I know how annoyed you are by my persistence. Things will always stay the same between us. You can give me a call anytime you need me. It is now my turn to wait for you at the street where the wind resides."

Street Where Wind Resides…

That was where our paths first crossed.

"Thank you," I sincerely said to him with my eyes shut.

I was grateful that Christopher had come into my life, even though he was just a passerby.

However, life didn't always give people what they wanted. This was something that Christopher himself had said to me before.

As I was still filled with gratitude, I added, "Goodbye, Christopher. I will see you when I do."

After he left, I had to squat down to calm my emotions for a bit. I was hit by a wave of dizziness when I tried to stand up again.

I subconsciously reached out my hand to prepare myself for the fall, only for someone to suddenly hold my hand. Startled, I looked over to the person in front of me.

I jolted in surprise when I recognized the man. "What are you doing here?" I gaped at him.

Nicholas only calmly told me that he had been here the whole time and that probably meant that he had overheard our conversation!

Out of nowhere, he raised his hand and gently rubbed my cheeks as he sighed rather unexpectedly. "I am glad you rejected him, but this side of you… You are crueler than you think, Ree."

Hearing his words only irritated me and I hissed, "What is your point exactly?"

"Ree, I am doing this for a reason I can't tell."

"Don't touch me." I slapped his hand away.

It didn't matter what sort of reason Nicholas was doing this for since I would never accept it anyway.

"I would never do anything to hurt you, Ree."

After he said that, he lowered his torso and abruptly pulled me into an embrace.

Frustrated, I immediately started to fight against his hold, but he remained unbudged as he held on to me. "The person who called me was Quinn," he suddenly admitted.

I only looked up into the well lit night sky quietly. I had stopped struggling at this point. He then further explained, "She was the one who suddenly contacted me. Ree, I have my reasons as to why I have to agree to her request."

I suddenly recalled what Leon had said to me earlier tonight about how she was a doctor, and she had a weapon she could use against me.

Something in my head clicked in this instant—I had figured out what that weapon was.

In a cool voice, I threw a question at Nicholas. "Does she have medicine that could cure me? Is she threatening you with this?"

Nicholas freezing up as soon as he heard my words only confirmed my guess. "Yes," he finally muttered after a long time.

"Are you going to marry her, then?"

When he heard my question, he hugged me tightly as if he was afraid of losing me. "She promised me that she will immediately cure your cancer as long as I marry her." His voice came out raspier than usual.

"What makes you think she can cure me…"

"The drug she developed has cured several patients during clinical tests. Ree, she has the ability to do it. I have to say yes to her because I hope for you to live well in this world."

If he wished for me to live well, he shouldn't have explained all this to me! What was he doing by telling me all these nonsensical reasons?

Was he trying to make me upset intentionally?

Did I turn into a joke within these few days I wasn't in Bryxton?

"I didn't want to tell you at first, but I can't stand you being cold and distancing yourself from me."

Quinn would never cure me. She was only using this as an excuse to separate Nicholas and I.

Unfortunately, he had no choice but to agree to marrying her. "I will marry her if she comes to Bryxton."

These were the words he has said. I knew that he was going to say yes to Quinn in order to let me live.

However, I didn't need this kind of charity.

"She won't treat me," I convinced him. "The grudge between us is too deep. She is only doing this to take her revenge on me."