No More Love No More Hurt by Ciciya

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She confronted me, accusing me of causing Caroline’s death. She recounted how Caroline refused to believe the truth, clinging to life just to see me, calling my name repeatedly. Where was I during those 

crucial moments? 

I remember it clearly. Melissa was nestled in my embrace as we watched the aurora, her head resting against my chest. The phone kept ringing, but Melissa kept hanging up. In my misguided attempt to reassure her of my affection, I played along, unaware of the tragedy unfolding elsewhere. 

I knew it was impossible for Wendy and I to be together. I knew how important Caroline was to her, but I still resisted and didn’t want to get a divorce. 

My love for her clouded my judgment, leading me to lash out in anger, saying hurtful things to mask my inner turmoil. 

In a moment of desperation, fueled by alcohol, I asked Howard to call her, hoping she would take pity on me. But Wendy’s only concern was for the amulet, not for me. 

I had given the amulet to Melissa, believing it would bring her happiness. 

However, she carelessly broke it into pieces, leaving me feeling pretty upset. It was a really bad metaphor for our relationship, which was completely broken and beyond repair. In a fit of panic and frustration, I lashed out at Melissa, trying in vain to fix what was broken. 

Wendy put our first photo together next to the trash can. I went to find her, and she only wanted to talk to me about divorce. She even threw away her ring. It seemed like she really didn’t want me anymore. I kept looking for the ring, checking at home and in the trash can. It seemed like the only way I could find some comfort. I kept telling myself that if I found the ring, Wendy would forgive me. 

The company had been going through a rough patch lately, and I thought Wendy was to blame. She’d been pretty aggressive, pushing for a quick divorce. 

Under her disgusted look, I signed the divorce agreements. 

As negative information about Melissa came to light, I felt betrayed. Despite my support and resources, she still used such nasty tactics for a role. It was a bitter realization of her true character. What should I do, Wendy? I feel even worse about it now. 

Wendy continued to try to bring down my company. I had always been aware of her abilities, but I can’t understand why I was so tempted by Melissa. Kneeling at the door of her company, I pleaded with Wendy, desperately asking her to spare my company. 

She claimed that I owed an apology to her and, more importantly, to Caroline. I should have seen this day coming, the consequences of my actions hurting Caroline. 

I should have seen it coming. Melissa gave me another hug. Watching Wendy walk away, I felt the distance between us getting wider. 

Days blurred into nights as I drowned my sorrows in alcohol, yearning for Wendy’s presence only in my dreams. Melissa’s words cut deep, insinuating that Wendy had abandoned me because I was degrading. 

Wendy, I was angry, so angry that I accidentally killed Melissa. 

I ran away. I was not afraid of being caught. I just wanted to see you one last time before it. 

I went through my pockets and pulled out all my cash to buy a tulip. 

I remember her favorite flower was tulips. 

I straightened my disheveled appearance and approached Wendy’s company with the tulips in hand. However, upon arrival, I spotted Wendy and Howard outside a restaurant. Howard held Wendy 

tenderly, presenting her with a vibrant bouquet of tulips. 

Gazing down at the wilted flowers in my hand, I realized that Wendy deserved far better. 

I was happy for her, even if it was with my best friend. I didn’t feel any resentment. As the police were called, I just stayed where I was, watching Wendy’s happy face. 

I wanted to etch her image into my memory, knowing it might be the last time I’d ever see her. 

Eventually, I had to leave. Wendy didn’t know I was crying. 

Wendy, if fate permits, I hope to reunite with you in the next life, where I can shower you with the love you deserve. 

Caroline, I sincerely apologize to you and Wendy. I pledge to spend the rest of my life seeking redemption for my wrongdoings.