My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 106

I was in an endless pit of sadness that I couldn't even process what Shawn had just asked. I just heard something along the lines of forgetting Nicholas. I shook my head abruptly and said, "I don't want to forget him." Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

I didn't want to forget Nicholas, regardless of whether he had brought me happiness or pain. He was a part of my life. How could I be willing to forget him?

As I continued to sob in the sea of lisianthus, Shawn did not try to talk to me anymore. Instead, he gently touched my forehead and patiently coaxed, "Ray, let's get some sleep."

That night, I passed out from crying too much. When I finally woke up, I didn't know what day it was.

It had been three days since the car accident with Nicholas, and I was knocked out on the bed for just as long. I felt unsettled, and I wanted to give Christopher a call. However, I ended up stumbling upon Olivia's number instead.

When Olivia answered the phone, her voice was hoarse. "Renee."

"Olivia, where's Nicholas?" My eyes were turning red again.

Deep down, I did not want to believe that he was gone.

"Renee, he was buried yesterday."

Buried!

Nicholas was really gone from my world.

Tears began to roll down my cheeks, and the sadness in my heart was overwhelming. I hung up the phone and noticed the bloody dress by the bedside. It was the clothes that I wore yesterday, and it was covered in his blood. I knelt on the ground as I hugged the dress tightly to my chest and bawled.

It was two hours later before I managed to get a grip of myself. Hugging the dress, I got up and stumbled out of the room. The huge villa was empty of anyone, and there was only me and my sorrow.

When I saw that Shawn wasn't home, I took the dress, left the Xenos' Villa, and drove back to Bryxton. It was already almost dark out by the time I had reached, and it was pouring back here.

I sent Olivia a text, and she answered with an address shortly after.

This address… was the cemetery in which Nicholas was buried.

Back in the day, I saw Nicholas give Maria hundreds of bright red roses that filled up his sports car with my own eyes. At that time, he was young, energetic, and high-spirited, and he never hid how he felt about the girl he liked.

Back then, I almost went crazy with jealousy.

Because Nicholas had never sent me a single rose in his life.

I went to the florist and deliberately picked out a bunch of colorful roses. I brought a black umbrella with me as I headed over to the cemetery.

By the time I arrived at the cemetery, it was already dark. Although there were dozens of tombstones, I wasn't scared. I walked over to the private section to look for Nicholas' tombstone.

His gravestone was very conspicuous. As I reached out to touch his photo, I squatted down and put the bouquet of roses in front of him. This handsome man was lying lifelessly under the tombstone right at this moment.

It was dark and lonely here.

As I have cried so much in recent days, I had no more tears left to cry now that I was in front of Nicholas. When I looked at the tomb next to his, it still had my name on it. Clair still hadn't removed it, and my picture was still on the stone.

"How did we end up like this?" I murmured.

The heavy rain silenced my voice. There was no one around to answer my question.

"Nicholas, can you hear me?"

Only my voice could be heard as the sound of the rain echoed in the whole cemetery. There was no one around to answer me. Then, I took Nicholas' wedding ring from my bag; this diamond ring was the only gift he had ever given me.

Subsequently, I put the ring back in the box and dug a small hole before burying it in front of his grave.

Then, I put a rose on top of it.

I reluctantly forced a beautiful smile on my face and muttered, "I love you, Nicholas."

I got up in a daze and noticed a man at the foot of the mountain, standing there in a trance.

He had a black umbrella and looked exactly like the man lying six feet under this tombstone. At this moment, he was staring at me affectionately, and I wished he was Nicholas the whole time.

I was hoping that he had come back to life.

However, I clearly knew that the man was Christopher.

I stood there, frozen in place, as he called out to me.

I chewed on my lips and said, "I don't have anyone to blame now."

I didn't have anyone to love as well.

"Little girl, Nicholas has something to tell you."

"Did he wake up before he passed?" I asked as I stifled my emotions.

Christopher nodded and gently said, "He wants you to be happy."

After a pause, he added, "I want you to be happy too."

At this point, I felt like I would never be happy again.

As the rain continued to pour, he continued to look at me lovingly. Then, he took a step toward me and spoke in a light tone, "Little girl, my plane will leave Bryxton for Fisoka tomorrow."

Christopher and I both knew that with Nicholas' death, the dispute between the three of us had finally come to an end. I would never be able to approach him, and he would never dare to approach me as well.

What separated us was not only the world's troubles, nor was it that I had changed my mind. It was Nicholas that stood between us. And this time, we were really saying goodbye.

I thought about it and said, "Olivia is a wonderful woman."

Then, Christopher smiled and answered, "Little girl, one can never force love."

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After Christopher left, I was the only one left, standing in the pouring rain. I looked up at the sky, and suddenly, I felt a little tired and somehow, a little afraid of this city.

I took out my phone to call Gary after a long thought.

When Gary brought Maria to me, she seemed to have already lost her mind. However, she immediately recognized who I was as soon as she saw me and ran over to try and fight me.

I stuck my foot out in front of her, causing her to trip. When she got up, she was about to charge for me

again. I could clearly see the hatred in her eyes.

Maria hated me because I stole Nicholas from her.

After all, his death was on me.

I threw away the umbrella in my hand and fought her like a shrew in the rain. Gary wanted to step in and hold her back, but I stopped him. "Don't stop her. I want to see what she's capable of!"

I wanted to see what she could do after killing the man I loved!

Maria and I tussled before finally lying on the ground in exhaustion. I looked up at the dark sky and asked hopelessly, "Is Nicholas happy without you?"

"Shut up! He is gone because of you!"

I could tell that Maria was furious from the way she looked. However, I slapped her across the face without hesitation when I heard what she said. At this point, she was soaked all over, and her clothes were a mess. She looked at me, utterly harried, as I stood up, squatted down next to her, and mocked, "Who do you think you are? In my eyes, you can't even be compared to an ant! Who do you think you are to try and hurt me like that? Maria Hudson, did you know you are the most damned right now! Back then, you ran into Alba and ruined his life. And now, you came into my life and ruined it as well!"

"Hahaha, since I can't get the man, I might as well kill him!"

I slapped her again and asked fiercely, "Do you seek death?"