The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

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Chapter 427 The Breaking Point

Chapter 427 The Breaking Point

Lily remembered the day John recorded her voice.

It had been when they had just made their relationship official. Sometimes, he would grow insecure and ask her to say she loved him, that she would never leave him.

Back then, she had truly loved him. Her whole heart and mind had been filled with him, so of course she’d said it.

But saying it wasn’t enough–he had insisted on recording it.

He’d said that once it was recorded, it would be proof, and she could never go back on her word for the rest of her life.

They had even made an agreement: whenever he played that recording, no matter how badly they fought, they had to make up. They could never break up.

Lily had once believed they truly never would.

But after Elsa returned to the country, she had realized there was no such thing as “forever.”

A relationship needed both people to nurture it if it was to be happy and lasting.

When only one person gave everything, while the other repaid it with betrayal and mistrust, even the deepest love would eventually be worn away.

And in its place, resentment would grow.

“Lily, you said it yourself–whenever I play the recording, no matter how angry you are, you won’t leave me.”

John knelt on one knee by the bed, clutching the recorder in a death grip. “These words came from your own mouth. You can’t go back on them.”

“Let’s make up.”

want to go back

was no way Lily

don’t betray me. John, you broke your word. You

didn’t betray you,

almost said there was

Eve, when he’d been drunk out of his mi

voice went hoarse. “I never stopped loving

orced himself on her…

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regrets. I did some things that hurt you, but there was never any romance between

words made Lily

a pure

tone dripped

John’s fury simmered, but guilt kept him from shouting

long silence, he murmured as if in a daze, “That night was an accident, I

want to

like a lost traveler clinging to his only guiding star, and wrapped

touched you, or that you carried his child. Don’t hold my mistake with Elsa against

leaned in, trying to kiss

“Don’t touch me!”

since stopped loving him. She couldn’t bear the thought of his lips

his

she couldn’t shove him away, much less

collar came loose, revealing a swath of red marks across

John’s gaze dropped–and froze.