Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 222

Chapter 222 My Wife on Paper

Zack looked like he had just rushed over from a construction site. His clothes were covered in dust, his face was smeared with dirt, and he was breathing heavily. But he didn't seem to care about any of those things. "What's wrong with Leonard?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"What do think? It's all because of Amelia!" Emma spat, her fists clenched in frustration." Leonard might be confused right now, but there's no way he's completely forgotte everything."

"And Amelia," she continued angrily, "knowing what's going on, how can she be so shameless, acting like she belongs in his life?"

Emma and Jill started ranting, their voices growing louder as they vented their anger. 1, however, closed my eyes, retreating into my thoughts.

Maybe Amelia had been in love with Leonard since college. Maybe that's where her resentment toward me started.

Suddenly, fragments of memories clicked into place-how I'd buy her lunch back then, pretending it was because I wasn't hungry or didn't feel like eating.

I'd thought I was doing her a favor, but now, I could recall the bitterness in her eyes, the flashes of hatred that I had been too naive to notice.

At the time, I assumed her resentment came from frustration with her own circumstances.

Maybe she felt trapped by her background, envying the things she didn't have. It never. crossed my mind that her real hatred was directed at me. Suddenly, I understood why she did what she did.

She was willing to go for it, even if it was just for a fleeting moment of happiness.

still remember what she said in the Harmon residence. "I've always been pampered

the brutal deaths of my parents or the pain I had endured being forced

blind eye to how Leonard humiliated me at

eyes, I deserved it all-every bit

out what Jill and Emma were saying as they

were growing fainter. Julian was fed up with the noise and ordered

to go buy me something to eat

fell silent when they left, leaving only me and

bed for a long time without saying a word. His eyes were fixated on the

"Does it hurt?"

simultaneously, then stopped, falling into an

"No, they gave

to hide

when they gave me the anesthetic, and it was still painful up to that

needle in my hand made me feel like I was going to die

Leonard used to say he didn't want me to have kids because it would be too painful, and he knew I was afraid of pain. Tears welled up in my eyes as the memories hit

I was terrified

after we got married, he would still stay

respect. He thought everything I did was just

shouted that I was bleeding, I saw his footsteps falter, but he didn't turn back to look at