Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 60

When I got content with my look, I smiled. Even after three years, nothing seemed to change in my physical appearance. I still looked the same as before. I just became more healthy and fit as before and my hair became longer. My face was redder and I looked content and happy.

Three years have passed and I must say, I am finally healed. My pain and my sorrow. The undeniable hurt and my insecurities. I managed to heal myself alone.

I remembered how I started healing myself. The wounds I caused and decisions I made. I slowly healed myself at the times when I was too wrecked from losing my son. Times where I felt like everything's been taken away from me.

I remembered how I managed to talk to Ramn and went to jail with him. We went to Trina's cell. Like before, I went there discreetly. I didn't even inform Kraius. I just wanted to talk to Trina.

"How are you? Are you happy?" I greeted her.

Trina looked at me. Unlike before, her face was more fresh and worry-free. Her prison clothes were also clean and her expression was calm as she looked at me.

"I'm happy even if I'm locked up here. Are you happy? Did you finally find your happiness, Olive?" she asked.

"I don't want to be a sarcastic Trina. I just want to tell you that I already know the story. Your story and your relationship with Atlas. I want to fix everything," I muttered.

She looked at me skeptically, as if not believing my words. She placed her manacled hands above the table. I heard Trina sighed, nodding after a while.

"Forget and forgive. If you seek for true happiness, Olive. You should know that," she said.

"I know and I will, Trina."

Forget and forgive. I will never forget that. Trina might be a villain but her words stayed within me. It seeped through my soul. I couldn't dodge it and it went straight to my heart. She's right. If I want to forget, I need to forgive. So I did. I let Trina free with the help of Ramn and Kraius.

It was a long process of moving on. It was like an endless journey of crying late at night. Mending my broken heart alone that I had to leave the love of my life to heal myself.

I remembered how we ended. How he kneeled down in front of me. How I declined and how he begged and cried.

"Don't you love me anymore?" he asked. His voice was heavy and I could feel the agony within his words. My heart hurt but my decision was final. I needed to be alone. I needed this time for myself.

"If we're meant for each other, we'll be meant for each other. In our perfect time, Atlas," I said before walking inside our mansion.

It was never easy. I left everything. I lived alone. I cried alone. I healed alone.

Life wasn't unfair. It was always the choices we made that would tell the story. We could always choose to live in the right way or never. We could always live in happiness and contentment that we deserve from all the choices we made.

We're the ones that hold our life. We control everything. We know what's right and what's wrong. We're the ones who'll decide how to live. Our life depends on the choices we make.

I sighed as the memory came. I even shook my head and closed my eyes. I walked to my phone when I heard it beep. I pressed the button and smiled as I heard my grandmother's voice. She got used to sending me messages and voicemails everyday.

"Hey, Honey! I missed you so much. When are you coming home? Our little Lila misses you a lot. Your Dad keeps on telling me to convince you everyday. When will you go home?"

I pressed the button as the voice message ended. My sweet smile was still there as I started getting ready to leave. My grandmother's voice always soothes me. She always calms me down whenever I hear her voice.

I hailed a cab when I finally got out of my house. My ride didn't take long and I immediately arrived at my flower shop. I smiled instantly when I entered the place. The flowers were so fragrant and eye-pleasing.

"Good morning, Ma'am!" my assistant greeted me. She was also a Filipino like me, who risked going to a foreign country. A modern hero. She was younger than me and more knowledgeable with France and Paris.

I nodded at her as a response. I walked towards my small working table beside the shop. I put my clutch bag on top of the table and checked my flowers.

I checked how it was arranged. My assistant and I were the only ones who did everything. Even if my flower shop is not that well-known, I still have a lot of customers. And, it was enough for me.

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