Better Life Without You. novel Chapter 2

He didn't directly answer her question. Instead, he sighed softly. “laura, we're both nearing thirty now. We should be more mature in our thinking. Whether we love each other or not doesn't matter that much anymore."

In other words, he was subtly telling her that he no longer loved her.

She understood what he meant and couldn't help but laugh, though her laugh carried a hint of sadness and a sobbing undertone.

“Alright, then I'll let you go, and I'll let myself go too."

The moment those words left her mouth, her heart gave a violent tremor.

Five years ago, Henry had said something similar to her.

Back then, they were living in difficult conditions, cramped in a dark and dilapidated rental apartment. The only ring he could afford was a simple silver band.

When he proposed to her, he was sincere and eager, promising her, “laura, I guarantee that wherever I am, that's where your home will be. I'll give you the best shelter, and you'll never have to suffer again. The rest of our lives will be filled with happiness."

She believed him, and she said yes to his proposal.

He was like a child who had received a precious gift, jumping with joy, and cheerfully saying, “laura, from now on, you're Mrs. Henry. We will never be separated in this lifetime. Don't ever think you can let go of my hand!"

But now, he had forgotten those promises.

After she said those words, he didn't argue back. Instead, he said, “Alright, but don't worry. The position of Mrs. Henry will always be yours, and no one can take your place."

When they had just gotten married, hearing people refer to her as Mrs. Henry would make her happy and proud.

But now, that title had become nothing more than irony.

She knew how much effort Henry had put into securing this project. She couldn't bear to see him disappointed, so she mustered the courage to drink the liquor in front of them.

That day, he got the long-awaited deal.

But they lost their first child.

Since then, no matter how much they tried or how much they focused on improving their health, they couldn't conceive again.

Perhaps this was God's punishment for her, for not protecting their child.

Maybe heaven decided that she wasn't worthy of being a mother.

As Henry finished speaking, the tears that had been welling up in her eyes silently fell, landing on the back of her hand, bringing with them an intense heat.