To the Love of My Life-Chapter 889 - The One He Loves is Back (Part 3)_1

Chapter 889: Chapter 889 The One He Loves is Back (Part 3)_1

For a moment, countless familiar sorrows and sadness crawled densely across her heart.

No matter how much time had passed, whenever she thought of him, of the man no longer her husband, she would instantly be shattered by pain to the point of collapse.

Even after three years, her desperate attempts to rid her heart of that man were always futile.

Madeleine clenched the divorce papers in her hand and slowly closed her eyes, questioning herself in the depths of her heart, “Madeleine, just how long will you crazily hold onto that man before you can let go?”

The eyes that Madeleine kept tightly closed felt slightly sour.

Yet no matter how madly she obsessed over him, she was ultimately just an excess in his life.

He had done everything in his power, cruelly and resolutely, to drive her away.

Despite his harsh treatment of her, on her first day in Oceania, she couldn’t help but fantasize about when she could return to the city where he was.

Perhaps some would ask why she persists so hopelessly, perhaps others would curse her for being inherently cheap… But they forget that she is hopelessly obsessed and seemingly debased for Howard Coleman alone.

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China, Ciawell.

After the harsh cold in Ciawell, when spring came, the city bloomed with new leaves and a warm breeze, and even at night, one wouldn’t feel the bone-chilling cold.

Howard drove his car, maneuvered the steering wheel smoothly through streets dazzling with neon lights, and turned into an underground parking lot. He rode the elevator up, stood in front of his apartment door, raised his finger, and entered the code.

As Howard opened the door, his gaze fell upon the complete darkness within. He stood under the dim light of the hallway, looking into the faintly lit interior with a slightly stunned expression.

It had been three and a half years, yet he still couldn’t get used to opening his door to a pitch-black room.

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Though she had been married to him for only ten short months, and he hadn’t come home even a tenth of that time, every time he opened the door, there was the warm light she had left on just for him.

Before losing it, he never felt anything particular. It was only after that he realized that those lights she left on throughout those ten-plus months of nights were her way of missing him, of hoping him to come back.

A familiar heartache swept through Howard’s chest. He stood still for a long while before stepping into the house, flipped the light switch with a flick, and the chandelier in the living room shone brightly, illuminating the entire interior. But Howard’s heart felt even emptier.

He took off his suit jacket and threw it onto the sofa, then turned and looked towards the kitchen. It was exceptionally clean, maintained by a cleaner, the dining table was spotless. In the center stood a vase with a bunch of wilting flowers.

After their divorce, he had never stayed out overnight again. He knew that she was no longer at home, but no matter how busy or tired, he would always drive back.

But there were no longer delicious late-night meals waiting for him, nor was there her, who knew of his return, stepping out of the kitchen in an apron with a surprise as if she had won the lottery.

Before he fell in love with her, he couldn’t fathom the pain of love engraved in his bones. Before losing her, he couldn’t understand the agony that tore at his heart.

If he had known beforehand that he would come to love her so deeply, the him from back then would never have been so cruel and cold-hearted to her.