After Three Years of Entanglement with Him, I'm Covered In Bruises

After three years of entanglement with Zachary Foster, I was covered in wounds.

I chose to marry George Marshall, who had been silently accompanying me.

I had been married to George for seven years. We had a lovely daughter.

I regarded him and the child as the light I caught before the sunset.

Then I accidentally opened his diary he had recorded when he was eighteen.

[If possible, don't have children with someone you don't love.]

"It turns out that he didn't want children before because of this reason."

"It turns out that he likes someone else."

"It turns out that his love for me was just a calculated approach."

Even my child likes that woman, the same way as him."

I decided resolutely to go abroad.

On that day, he and the child were standing downstairs, holding hands.

"Mom, when are you coming home?"

"Honey, when are you coming home?"

1

I discovered a small hidden compartment in George's study.

No matter what password I used, I couldn't open it.

I thought the password might be my birthday, Lydia's birthday, and our wedding anniversary.

I was amused, thinking that he made it such a mysterious thing as he prepared a birthday gift for me.

Then my birthday came.

Everyone was setting off fireworks by the seaside for celebration.

Paisley White accidentally fell into the water.

George was the first to rush over. He jumped into the sea and saved her.

His subconscious anxiety and impulsive actions.

I, who had been expecting a surprise, stopped smiling at such a scene.

At night...

George fell asleep.

I walked barefoot to the study and tried a new password.

This time, it opened.

The password was Paisley's birthday.

There was no surprise I wanted in the secret compartment. Instead, it was a yellowed diary.

George wrote a diary at the age of eighteen.

Opening the first page, I found his elegant and lively handwriting. Every word on it was telling the bitterness and hardship of unrequited love.

The person he secretly loved was Paisley.

I silently closed the diary and secretly took it away.

In our seven-year marriage, I always thought that George loved me to the bone.

That was why he tried his best to heal me from the hurt of my previous relationship.

Now, our daughter was three years old. We were the envy of everyone in the wealthy circle as a loving family.

But it was not until I read this diary that I realized one thing.

My happy life was like a fragile piece of paper, which would be easily torn apart.

I sat on the balcony all night.

Until dawn, I went to wake Lydia as usual.

I was combing her hair.

Her round little face was filled with worries.

She said, "Will Auntie come today?"

I patiently explained, saying, "Paisley fell into the water yesterday. She needs to rest well today. She can't take you to the aquarium. Would you like Mom to take you there instead?"

In the mirror, she said with great disappointment, "No!"

I finished combing her hair. I was about to put a little dress on her.

Lydia murmured, "Mom, let's not go to a beach for birthday celebrations in the future."

I hadn't even reacted yet. Then she said unhappily, "It's because you wanted to go to the seaside that my plan with Auntie got ruined, Mommy."

My hand paused in midair.

Paisley was my step-Daisy brought by my stepmother.

I used to be indifferent to her.

She had once been with my ex-boyfriend, Zachary.

We even avoided each other daily.

Then Lydia was born.

As a new mother, I was busy being a mother. Meanwhile, I was worried about my career.

She volunteered to take care of Lydia for me, saying that I could focus on my painting art.

Then we became closer.

No matter how George felt, Lydia was unaware of his feelings for her. She devoted herself to Zachary wholeheartedly.