My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 244

I was familiar with the handwriting, as it was Shawn's. The date that we were engaged was stamped on it. Shawn

loved me, that was all. However, he lost to the pressure he was under from his mother. I knew his stress, but how

could I forgive him? I hated him for the wound he gave me, and I was in despair.

I put down the book and didn't want to read it anymore. After returning to the apartment, I took a shower and lay

down on my bed to close my eyes.

After all those experiences, I learned to control my temper and the sadness in my heart.

However, the more I controlled myself, the more depressed I became.

I finally lost my sleep late at night.

'I haven't loved anyone before, so you're my first love. I'm afraid that if I don't do well, it will make you think that

love is nothing more than that.'

These were the words of the love that man gave me, but it was also poisonous.

The words echoed over and over in my head.

The love between us had become hurtful.

I took a deep breath as I felt unusually irritated. Then, I got up to fetch my phone to read through the information

Anthony had sent me.

The organization was called WT and it was the oldest organization in Europe. It was a group of people who lived life

on the edge.

I still remember when Colin held my wrist to touch his member fearlessly. It was the greatest shame of my life!

Fearless, huh? Do you really think the Xenos Family wouldn't come after you? In that case, please patiently wait for

the Xenoses' revenge! Have a lovely Christmas, as it will be your last holiday.

Feeling dizzy, I put away my phone. Perhaps it was the after-effects of a mild concussion, so I got up and ate the

medicine prescribed by the doctor.

I stayed awake for the rest of the night, staring at the sky as it grew bright; only when it was fully bright that I

drifted off to sleep.

It was snowing outside when I woke up again. A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground.

The rainy and snowy city of Bryxton never disappoints.

I stood up and sat by the French window to stare blankly at the snowy scenery outside. I felt irritable and wanted to

smoke, but I didn't want to spoil my body. In the end, I got up and went to the kitchen to cook some instant noodles

as I was hungry.

After eating, it was night again.

Fortunately, my stomach did not hurt anymore.

I still lost sleep that night. The next day, the snow had accumulated thickly on the road, and I woke again to another

day passing. However, the two days of recuperation made my body regain a little of its vitality.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. It is also my twenty-fifth birthday.

For some reason, I felt empty inside.

When I took out my phone, I saw Christopher had sent me a text message. 'Little girl, see you at the music hall

tomorrow.'

I replied, 'What's the matter?'

'I have a recital.'

Looking at Christopher's message, I felt a slight warmth in my heart as I typed out a response. 'Why a recital on

Christmas Eve?'

'Tomorrow is your birthday,' he answered.

So, he remembers it's my birthday tomorrow. But why now? Does he know that I'm alone? Does he know about

Shawn and me?

Not long after, I received another text from Christopher. 'As far as I'm concerned, you are my family no matter

what. Since you have no one to spend your birthday with, I'll play two pieces for you. After the recital, I'll go to

Eldham to look for Emma. I wish you a Merry Christmas.'

So, Christopher knows about the conflict between Shawn and me. He seems to know more than I thought.

Chuckling, I replied, 'Thank you.'

I thanked him for the warmth he gave me in this life.

I thanked him for being by my side and protecting me like an old friend, caring for me not because of love.

The recital was during the next afternoon, which fit right into my sleep cycle. After I woke up, I specially picked out

a starry blue gown with a skirt that trailed on the floor, but it came right up to my ankles after I wore my heels.

Wearing this dress was like wearing a vast array of stars on my body. It was bright, glowing, searing, and shining.

In Bryxton, I would constantly be refined.

In Bryxton, I had never relaxed and lived beautifully everywhere without Shawn.

I lived exquisitely but also wearily.

May once asked me if I was tired.

Am I tired? It's just my choice.

I picked out a white coat to put on my body. When Joseph saw me out, he asked in surprise, "Where are you going,

Miss?"

"I'm going for a recital. You don't have to follow me today."

When Joseph heard that, he murmured worriedly, "But…"

He was worried about my well-being.

"Come with me, then," I said, to which he commented in an understanding manner, "You don't have to think about

us. We won't be in your sight. However, you can contact us with the activation button on your phone. We will then

assess your situation immediately."

I nodded as Joseph accompanied me to the music hall.

I stood at the entrance for a while until the recital was about to start. Just as I sat down, I heard a familiar tune.

It was Street Where Wind Resides.

Christopher played the piece for me.

The music did not give me the same feeling as before.

However, the warmth was still there.

I closed my eyes and listened quietly as I subconsciously stroked the ring on my finger. It was Shawn's habit.

At that thought, I hurriedly withdrew my hand and opened my eyes.

However, I was stunned at the sight of the person by my side.

"What are you doing here?"

He had the same appearance as Christopher on the stage. He smiled lightly and said, "Today is your birthday."

I lowered my voice and muttered, "It has nothing to do with you."

However, he suddenly said, "You're so pretty today, Ree."

"Nicholas, what are you trying to say?"

I was not afraid of him because my bodyguards were at the entrance.

He was silent and looked away from me to listen to Christopher's piano piece. He only said in a low voice when the

music was over, "This is your favorite piece. My dear Ree, happy birthday! This is the first time I've said my

blessings to you in person in many years, and this is the first gift I've ever given you."

He stuffed a gift box into my arms, presumably fearing my rejection. Then, he humbly explained, "Don't worry, I'll

only give you this little gift. I won't pester you and will leave right away."

Then, Nicholas got up and left the music hall.

He came rather suddenly and left in a hurry.

He makes me feel… Nicholas is just a poor man. A poor man just like me. Then, I said softly, "Thank you, and I wish

you well in this life."

I did not open the gift because what was inside didn't matter to me. I gently placed it on the empty seat at my side.

It was a long time before I realized what I had missed.

Inside was the most crucial gift Nicholas gave me in this life, as it was the whereabouts of my two children!

He tried to give them back to me with a sincere heart, but unfortunately, I pushed them away with my hands,

leading to a more prolonged separation between them and me.

As soon as I put down the gift, my phone vibrated. It was an unknown number, and it showed an international call.

I picked it up to rest it on my ear and asked, "Who are you?"

The caller asked in a foreign accent, "Remember me?"