The Day I Painted My Husband's Bride novel Chapter 8

"I came back to the country countless times to secretly check on you. Seeing you smile so happily in his arms, I kept blaming myself. If I had told you clearly before I left, would things have been different?"

"Later, seeing you living like that, still wholeheartedly loving that scumbag, I hated myself even more. I hated that I didn't pursue you earlier. That way, you wouldn't have suffered so much. I would have taken good care of you."

"Now I've finally waited for my chance. I won't let you go again, Ember. Give me a chance."

I was still in shock, unable to process it all. Through Patrick, I could see my parents secretly peeking through the gap in the front door.

"But I've been married before!" I interrupted his continued confession. He hastily explained: "I don't care, Ember. When it comes down to it, this is all my fault. I was too presumptuous, always thinking you were the wife I'd grown up with, never considering the possibility of someone else taking you away."

Seeing his embarrassed expression, I took a deep breath and pushed his hand away: "Patrick, right now I just want to take good care of my parents and focus on myself. As for other things, I haven't considered them for now."

I was telling the truth. I had emptied my heart and couldn't guarantee if I would fall in love with anyone else in the future. But for now, I just wanted to focus on my career and love my family. Everything else would happen naturally!

"I understand. I just wanted to say it out loud. I was afraid that if I didn't, you might be taken away again before I knew it." He pouted like a child, making me laugh.

That night, his eyes were beautiful, brighter than the stars above.

The next day, I took my team to Paris for the makeup gig with the newly signed international brand's fashion show team. By the time we returned, it was a month and a half later.

At that time, I naively thought I would never cross paths with Alex again. Little did I know that the wheels of fate never stop grinding those who have betrayed true love.

The show's effect was unexpectedly good. On the flight back home, the team was excitedly discussing plans to expand the business.

Although I still couldn't help my dad shoulder some of the company's pressure, at least I was living up to my parents' years of nurturing, giving them less to worry about.

Unexpectedly, as soon as we landed, reporters swarmed around us. Countless camera flashes were pointed at me, and I truly felt the success of this makeup gig.

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