My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 131

Chapter 129

Although I received pampering and stability from Shawn, I never felt that thing called 'Love'. Until now, I only realized that I, who used to be very tolerant in relationships, was starting to become pushy, impatiently demanding an answer from the man I love.

I could never be as I was before—trailing behind willingly, but this didn't change anything because there was no difference between chasing after Shawn now and the version of myself following Nicholas back then.

In the past, I married Nicholas and obtained him, but not his love.

Now that I had Shawn, he was stone cold to me.

At this moment, Shawn gazed at me with clear, indifferent eyes, and fear began to build up in my heart suddenly. I had made a misstep and was wrong from the beginning; I shouldn't have stubbornly asked Shawn to be with me and waited until he returned my feelings.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't bring myself to set aside all of my self-esteem to question his feelings for me anymore. Suddenly, I was very calm. There was no delight nor displeasure, and all that was left was irony.

Therefore, I put on a fake smile, changed the topic, and asked, "Aren't you going to work today?"

A light flashed across his eyes when he noticed my composure. "I'm going to the Xenos Manor later."

The place he meant was probably that huge property between Bryxton and Eldham.

I softly acquiesced to his remark but took a mental step backward when he instructed, "You're coming with me, Myra."

As I didn't know how I should deal with him now and just wanted to leave this suffocating place, I shook my head and declined his offer. "I have something to do at the office later."

He was quiet and left the room after a while.

I rose to my feet, stood next to the French windows, and saw Waylen waiting downstairs. A few minutes later, Shawn appeared downstairs in his straight suit and strode over to him with his long legs. Before he got into the car, he looked up for a second, peering at the spot where I was standing, and I smirked with self-deprecation.

Then, he looked away and got into the car, driving out of the neighborhood.

After his car disappeared, I slumped to the floor dejectedly, and it suddenly dawned on me that I had trapped myself in a vicious cycle again, just like how I trapped myself three years ago.


I held my face in my hands as I cried bitterly with deep regret in my heart. If everything could start over, I would definitely not start anything with Shawn, not to mention taking the initiative to confess my affection for him!

The sorrow in my heart was crushing, and I sat in front of the windows, hugging my knees for a long time until I received a call from Gary.

"President Felix, I found the butler from back then."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He's waiting for you at the beginning of the city."

The whole time, there was a thunderstorm in Bryxton, and I hesitated for a second before grabbing my keys and driving to the edge of the city.

From afar, I saw an elderly man holding a deep-colored umbrella standing at the intersection. Just after I parked my car, a truck drove over from a distance and sent the older adult flying by crashing into him.

Instantly, blood drained from my face, and I hurriedly rushed to his side. His face was full of wrinkles, but it was a familiar face from my childhood memory, and Quinn and I were often by his back then.

He gasped for air with difficulty as he reached out and gripped my hand tightly, saying in broken wheezes, "Miss Renee, it's been so long… I have… a secret that I wanted to tell you."

I squeezed his hand and said assuringly, "Hold on, you'll be fine!"

The kind passersby helped to call the emergency line, and the old butler stammered with blood all over his face, "Miss Renee, actually, Mr. and Mrs. Felix… No, actually… you're not of the Felix Family. Your birth is far more than… But, Miss Renee, listen to me and look for…"

I wasn't of the Felix Family? What did he mean by this?!

His words had me stunned on the spot, and I held his hand tightly as I asked him who I should be looking for. Before he could barely say a few words, he passed out in my arms.

Soon, the ambulance arrived, and I went after it to the hospital in my car.

The butler was in emergency rescue the whole time, and not long afterward, Gary and the butler's family arrived. Gary immediately draped a coat over me when he saw how soaked I was.

Shivering, I grabbed his arm and asked, "What about the truck driver?"

"The police had just questioned him. He was driving under the influence of alcohol and is in custody now."

"Gary, do you believe it's a coincidence?" I asked.

Puzzled, he asked, "So, you mean…"

"There's no such thing as a coincidence," I answered.

There weren't so many coincidences in this world; everything was part of a conspiracy.

Two hours later, the butler was rolled out of the surgery room. Even though he was alive, he remained unconscious, and the doctor wanted the family to be mentally prepared, saying that it was very likely that he would be in a vegetative state.

As though a huge mountain was weighing on my heart, I couldn't breathe and trudged along with Gary to leave the place. At the hospital entrance, I caught sight of a luxury car stopping by the side of the road.

I recognized that car, incredibly familiar, even. Within my marriage with Nicholas of three years, he would often drive this Maybach, and the car plate number was etched in my heart.

I closed my eyes and told Gary wearily, "You may leave first."

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