Apart from this, I was also forced to listen to a lot of evidence of his love for Vivie.
For example, after each treatment, Darren would experience a period of withdrawal symptoms.
At this point, he didn’t want anyone, only Vivie could calm his emotions.
Another example was that Darren had proposed to Vivie last month and she happily accepted. They were soon to be officially married.
It felt absurd.
My lover disappeared for three years and when he finally returned, he was about to become someone else’s husband.
When we left the treatment room, Ned’s eyes were red.
He said, “Cindy, let’s go confront Darren. We can’t let them get married, can we?”
“No.” I firmly rejected the idea, knowing that with the way Darren felt about me in this memory, if we went and caused a scene, not only would I be cut off from him, but even Ned and Juan would no longer be considered his friends.
“What should we do then? Just let things get worse?”
I looked out the window, feeling dizzy. These past few days, with everything going on at the company, I hadn’t slept well at all.
Today, a friend told me they saw someone who looked very much like Darren at this hospital. I hadn’t slept all night and rushed over here. The result was a huge blow to me.
They knew it too, but there was nothing they could do, nothing they could change.
By the time I got home, it was already evening. I lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the light above me.
That crystal chandelier was something Darren and I bought during a trip to Lochfog, spending tens of thousands dollars to have it shipped back.
At times, he loved to hold me here because every facet of the crystal chandelier reflected the traces of his love for me.
“Darren, I hate you so much.” As I spoke, I couldn’t help but cry again.
The next second, a noise suddenly came from outside the door and I was momentarily stunned.
The door opened and Darren stood at the doorway.
He was holding a briefcase in his hand and because his memory only stopped at university, he was dressed like a college student, with not as many schemes in his eyes.
Of course, every time he stood at the door looking at me, he never had any schemes. He only had a smile on his face, then walked over and gave me a romantic kiss.
But now, when he saw me, he paused for a moment. Then, with a tone filled with deep disgust, he said, “What are you doing in my house?”