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“Karen, I love you. The reason I kept fooling myself into believing I had no feelings for you was because of the
guilt I carried for Chindy,” Ferry confessed, his voice trembling. “But now, I see it clearly. Nothing is more important
than you.”
His eyes bore into mine, desperate, pleading. “Without you, my world has turned dark. I was never as miserable as I have been these past days.”
7:50 AM
Birth Control Pills from My Husband Made Me Ran To An Old Love
Once upon a time, our parents had broken me and William apart, just as they had separated Ferry and Chindy. But there was a difference. Chindy was cunning, always finding ways to please the Zach Family, subtly ingratiating herself into their good graces. While they never approved of her, they never outright rejected her either. That was why she had dared to show up so brazenly at Grandpa’s birthday banquet, acting as if she belonged.
My William, on the other hand, had been worlds away in Miyoko, tied down by his work. I had been imprisoned by my parents, locked away with no means of escape.
me?
When Ferry had once said he felt guilty about Chindy, I had believed him. But now, hearing him profess love for
I didn’t believe a single word. Love can be felt. It should be unmistakable, undeniable. And with Ferry, all I felt was bitterness and pain. This time, it was my turn to speak. My turn to beg–but not for his love.
“Ferry,” I whispered, my voice calm but firm. “Let me go.”
His face twisted in anguish, hands clenching into fists. “Karen, no. Don’t do this. We can fix this. I can fix this.”
I shook my head, a sad smile tugging at my lips. “Fix what? The years of deception? The pain? The pills? The fact that I wanted a child, and you made sure I would never have one?” My voice cracked, but I held myself together. “Tell me, Ferry, how do you fix that?”
He had no answer. Just silence. And in that silence, I found my freedom. I stepped back, away from the man who had stolen five years of my life, away from the twisted love he was only now trying to claim.
“You once made a choice, Ferry. And so did I. But this time,” I exhaled, feeling the weight lift from my shoulders, “I
choose myself.”
And with that, I turned away, leaving behind a man who was far too late in realizing what he had lost.
