Find Beauty After Leaving Wrong Love novel

Chapter 9 

Until the day–Heft for Crestwood College, I didn’t go home. 

Over the years of living in the dormitory, I moved all my belongings to the school. 

I didn’t even tell my parents when I was leaving. 

But they should be excitedly holding their grandchild now, too busy to care about me. 

I didn’t expect my father to come to the train station to see me off. 

“Eva, congratulations on getting into Crestwood College. You have to take good care of yourself over there.” 

My father seemed to have aged a lot, with white hair tinting his temples. 

His fingers trembled slightly as he handed me a red envelope. 

I knew it contained the ten thousand dollars tuition fee he was giving me. 

“You really are the pride of our Allen family. You’ve made us proud. It’s been worth raising and educating you all these 

years.” 

I was going to accept the red envelope, but when I heard this, I pushed my father’s hand away. 

Out of respect, I didn’t slap the money on his face. 

“Dad, when I start working and earning money, I’ll send you money on time. Consider it repayment for your investment in me.” 

I bowed deeply to him, grateful for his care before I turned six. 

His gaze at me was complex, I couldn’t tell if it was guilt or satisfaction. 

I turned around and never looked back. 

When I arrived at the Crestwood College dormitory, it felt like fate. 

My junior high school female classmate, Olivia Poole, became my roommate. 

She was an orphan and one of the children assisted by the head teacher of our junior high school. 

I remember that she didn’t talk much back then, always studying with her head down. 

After entering university, she became much more outgoing. 

She also became eloquent. 

At the start of our junior year, she gossiped about the recent events in my family. 

After breaking up with Sonny, my sister was planning to have an abortion. 

But my parents, lured by the 500,000 and the monthly maintenance fee of 10,000 given by the Grant family, forcibly kept my sister at home until her due date was almost up. 

The baby was full–term, there was no other choice but to give birth. 

She didn’t care about her newborn daughter, instead she was eager to return to school right after her confinement period. 

She said she wanted to go to Crestwood College like me, but sadly, she didn’t even pass the junior college entrance 

exam. 

Sonny still often appeared around me. 

First, he made a few dramatic confessions under the dormitory building. 

Then, he organized a surprise party for my birthday in the classroom. 

I smashed the cake and drove away the classmates who were encouraging us to get together. 

I slapped a photo of my sister and her child onto his face. 

I threatened him that if he continued to pester me, I would post these matters on his school’s forum. 

Only then did he disappear. 

One day, Olivia handed me a letter. 

She joked beside me, “What era is this, who still uses love letters to confess?“. 

Only then did I notice that the envelope was sealed with a small pink heart sticker. 

I opened the envelope, the handwriting inside looked somewhat familiar. 

But in the previous life, he didn’t have such good handwriting. 

It was Sonny. 

“Dear Eva, you may not believe it, but I’ve had a dream since I was a child.” 

“In the dream, I was in a high school, using all kinds of despicable means to bully a girl.” 

“Every time I woke up from the dream, I would read books, trying to find the answer. The book says, when a teenage boy always bullies the same girl, it means he might like her.” 

“Although the me in the dream didn’t know this, I actually had the chance to marry her.” 

“Later, I really entered the high school in my dream, but I didn’t find the girl.” 

“You might find it hard to believe, but you look exactly like her. In order to meet you again, I went to great lengths to convince my father to let me transfer fo Greenwood Middle School.” 

“You were still indifferent to me, your heart only filled with studies, just like you in the dream. And I, I couldn’t bully you like in the dream.” 

“For a while, I was filled with anger. Why do you make me so infatuated, make me unable to forget? Your sister clearly 

has a crush on me.” 

“Unexpectedly, we became like two parallel lines, never intersecting.” 

“Despite this, I still hope that you can realize your dreams and get everything you desire.” 

I calmly took out a pair of scissors. 

The fragments of the letter flew with the wind, just like the memories of the past life. Forever returning to dust…