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To save Damien, I became a vegetable in a car accident.
Until five years later that I finally regained consciousness.
But when I opened my eyes, I saw Damian making passionate love with his secretary beside my bed.
"Be gentle, Mr. Gray. I'm pregnant and can't bear too much stimulation."
Damian's face suddenly turned cold. He grabbed the woman's neck and scolded loudly:
"Do you think you are qualified to have my child? Get rid of it immediately. Carly is the only person in the world who can give birth to a child for me."
The secretary's eyes were tightly grasped by him, and she sobbed with a red face.
"But she is a vegetable and will never wake up in this life."
"So what? I only want her. Even if she never wakes up, I won't marry anyone else!"
What a ridiculous love.
He said he loved me, but he slept with another woman in front of me, thinking that I wouldn't find out!
The next day, I turned around and married Damian's mortal enemy.
Love as much as you want, I won't accompany you.

Love Has Faded, Feelings Will Not Return

"I don't joke about marriage. I just want to tell you, Damien, that I don't want to marry you anymore."


In the next second, Damien, as if triggered, angrily tore the marriage certificate into pieces.


He grabbed my arm forcefully and asked accusingly, hurt evident in his voice:


"Why? You were supposed to marry me. Why has it become Dashiell? Do you love him? Is that why you're marrying him?"


I shook off his hand, then slapped him hard across the face. Looking straight into his eyes, I enunciated each word:


"Who I marry is my choice. You have no right to question it."


All the grief and resentment accumulated over these days were concentrated in that slap, so powerful that it left Damien stunned in place.


As if suddenly realizing something, he looked at my eyes in surprise:


Perhaps he had noticed that if I were truly blind, I wouldn't have been able to accurately find his face, let alone look at him with such intensity.


Chapter 4