I sent her countless messages asking where she was, but she never replied.
Worried the delivery guy would ruin the flowers and gifts I had ordered, I decided to take a cab to pick them up myself.
On the way back home, I got into a car accident.
After the accident, I saw that Clarice, who claimed to be working late, was actually in someone else's car.
She looked so attentive to that person, yet she had never once shown such concern for me.
When the ambulance took me to the hospital, the only one there by my side was my son, Xavier Moreno.
Xavier was frantic, trying desperately to get in touch with her, but to no avail.
He finally managed to call her, only for her to hang up on him.
In the end, I missed the crucial window for treatment and could do nothing but lie on the hospital bed, waiting to die.
Thinking of how I had loved Clarice for so many years and never received a shred of her care, I lost all will to live.
So, in my final moments, I left a message saying I never wanted to be with her again.
Even though I had come back to the past, I still couldn't suppress the anger inside when I looked at Clarice standing there in front of me.
"What are you doing here? What would a beauty like you want in my humble little place?" I said coldly.
Clarice seemed embarrassed, hesitating as she asked, "I heard you're going to Azuria? Is it true? Are you leaving me?"
Upon hearing those words, my anger flared up.
"Clarice, I didn't expect you'd have someone spying on me!
"What does it matter to you where I go? I'll do whatever I want.
"And what's this about me leaving you? How could a lowly gamer like me ever be worthy of someone as high and mighty as you?"
Clarice seemed stunned by my words, frozen on the spot.
She looked utterly bewildered, as if about to say something, but I didn't give her the chance.
I shot her a look, then slammed the door shut.
I had been given a second chance. I felt that my life was truly about to start over from this moment on.
That night, as I finished packing and was getting ready to rest, I unintentionally came across Clarice's Twitter account.
She had posted a video in which she was crying uncontrollably, apologizing to me.
"Acton, I was wrong. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have made you angry. Can you forgive me?"