My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 259

"Ree, I know very well how it feels to lose the one you love. You've definitely felt that from Nicholas before. As such,

I hope you can have no regrets about your relationship. I'll always support you in finding your happiness."

As Florence's words kept ringing in my ears, the pain I felt when I first lost Nicholas rose from the bottom of my

heart. It was so bad that I felt like dying!

I quickly hung up the phone and opened the door. Joseph and the others were resting in the room beside me, so I

left the place alone as I didn't want to disturb them.

Just when I entered the elevator, I felt like I couldn't step on the ground steadily, and I was in a trance. After shaking

my head, I went to the roadside and hailed a taxi, but someone approached me after a while. It was that familiar,

fresh scent buried deep in my memories.

Startled, I turned around. "Why are you here?"

The man's voice was extremely gentle as he explained, "It was the Forgers' fault yesterday night. You're practically

sisters with May. I know you feel terrible, so I wanted to go look for you yesterday night, but you were with Shawn…

Ree, I want to be by your side."

Nicholas wanted to be the man by my side. He wanted to replace Shawn, but he didn't dare to say it explicitly.

I didn't want to have anything to do with him, so I ignored him completely. However, he didn't feel awkward and

even asked me, "Where are you going?"

Despite this, I still didn't bother him. As such, he asked me in a sullen tone, "Ree, it has already been two years. Are

you still mad at me?"

There was a big difference between Nicholas' and Shawn's personalities. Shawn was a firm man who kept his word,

but he was lazy to explain anything. He was just like a cold machine!

On the contrary, Nicholas knew when to yield and when not to whenever he encountered a problem. He could also

go soft in front of me, and it just so happened that I was a person who easily relented.

Nicholas knew that very well too. With his obscure eyes, he stared at me and said in a sullen tone, "I know I did

something wrong last time, but I didn't think of hurting you after that! If I could choose again, I would still do the

same thing. Other matters are nothing compared to the pain of losing you. I'm willing to bear the risk, but I never

imagined the woman who used to love me so much and wanted to marry me would give up halfway and fall in love

with another man!"

His words were like daggers in my heart, making me feel like something was stuck inside me. My whole body was in

pain, and my head was spinning badly. I shook my head again and said softly, "I could understand your decision at

that time; I would've done the same if I were in your shoes as well, but you just hurt me too many times before

that, so I built a wall in my heart, blocking you outside."

The floor was wet as it had just rained in Bryxton. Muddy water was all over my heels, making me upset just looking

at them. After taking a deep breath, I said with determination, "I'm sorry. I know we both hold some regrets, but I

still want to say that Shawn is the one I love."

I loved Shawn. I loved that man who always had a poker face on, but would still protect me well and pamper me.

For the rest of my limited life, I only needed him.

I'm going to go look for him now! I want to stay by his side.

Yet, a taste of blood suddenly rose in my throat. I forced myself to swallow it and told Nicholas, "I have something

to do. I need to leave now."

I stopped a taxi and entered the car, but I suddenly felt weak as soon as I got inside. When the driver asked me

where I was heading, I only remembered the villa by the beach Shawn had mentioned after a long time.

I gave him the address, but right after that, I couldn't bear the itch in my throat anymore, and I started coughing

continuously. Hearing that, the driver cursed, "What a whammy!"

However, I just covered my mouth and kept coughing, ignoring him. Nicholas knew about my condition, so he

quickly opened the car door and asked if I was okay, showing concern. The moment I put my palm down, only then

did I realize that it was covered with blood.

At that moment, I was stunned. Nicholas helped me out of the taxi with worry crawling all over his face. Then, he

ushered me into his car, where I said with a smile, "Nick, I can never receive his forgiveness anymore. Send me to

the hospital."

"Ree…"

I smiled as tears rolled down my cheek, and I felt a deep sense of hopelessness in my heart. Then, I muttered,

"Although I lost my child and am still not qualified to be a mother, I still want to live! I want to be by his side, but

why must God treat me so cruelly? All I want is a healthy body."

When Nicholas heard that, he said while sobbing, "I'm sorry. I did this to you. I'm the one who took your health

away!"

That was true. He was the one who gave me endometrial carcinoma. He was the one who always let me linger at

the edge of death! I hated him so much that I wanted to kill him, but I should be blaming myself the most as I was

the one who allowed him to treat me so cruelly.

I felt like I was passing out. I was so weak that I didn't even have the energy to talk to him. Suddenly, I felt

something cold land on the corner of my lips. I reached out my hand to touch it gently, but I didn't know what it

was.

By the time I regained consciousness, four hours had passed and I was in the hospital. I was lying on the bed, and

Nicholas was beside me, holding my hand so tightly as though he was afraid that I would disappear.

As I took my hand out of his palm, he told me with an upset look, "The doctor said your condition has worsened."

Hearing that, I closed my eyes and replied, "I know."

Nicholas stayed silent for some time before saying gently, "Although your medication can control your condition, it

can only do so much. You cannot harm your body anymore, alright? You cannot be sick or injured. You need to

always stay warm, and you can't be depressed all the time."

At this moment, I just hummed coldly, but he didn't care about my attitude as he continued saying, "The doctor

gave a suggestion. He said that the best treatment for you now is to have your uterus removed to prevent your

condition from worsening. I think this is a good suggestion. At least it can make you…"

I cut him off and asked him in an upset tone, "Will it increase the chances of me living? Cancer cannot be cured

after all, right?"

When he heard that, he kept quiet, but I continued saying while laughing at myself, "Mr. Briar said that I was cured

after the surgery two years ago, but it's back again now. Is there a real cure for me?"

Seeing that I was suffering, he bent down and hugged me while I let my tears roll down my cheeks in silence and

felt the sorrow in my heart.

All I want is to live, but why is it so hard?

After a while, I pushed him away. "You should go."

He didn't try to stay either. He left the ward after reminding me to rest well. For that whole night, I stared blankly at

the infusion tube. The next day, the doctor came to my ward, and he asked if my body was still in pain.

I nodded and replied, "Just a little. It's not very painful."

After I took the medicine and received an IV drip, the pain in my body was significantly relieved, and it became

somewhat bearable. Meanwhile, the doctor stood in front of my bed to record my condition, but he stood there for

quite a long time, hesitating before he said, "Miss, you need to accept the surgery. Although it's a removal… but to

control your condition…"

He was afraid of me, so he was holding back his words. He was scared that he would offend me.

After a night of organizing my emotions, I felt very calm inside. So, I asked him with my eyes lowered, "Will there be

any side effects from the surgery?"