Goodbye, My Love

On the large white bed, two figures intertwined.

Sarah felt numb to the point of suffocation.

The heavy alcohol on the mans breath rushed into her nostrils, choking her into tears.

"Isnt this what you wanted? Who are you putting on this reluctant act for?" The man looked down on her with contempt and disdain, sneering at her.

Sarah bit her lower lip tightly, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, pooling in her ears, buzzing in her head.

"Do you have the face to cry? Didnt you scheme to get me to sleep with you? Now that youve got what you wanted, are you crying out of joy?" The man, seeing her bloodshot eyes, became even more excited, as if he wanted to force more tears from her.

For five years, he had repeated these words countless times, almost every time he saw her, he would mock her with such words, yet even after hearing them for five years, they still cut like a knife, because they came from his mouth.

"Ive already said, I knew nothing about it!" Sarah, in pain, could barely utter a complete sentence, only managing to squeeze out a weak voice in her own defense.

But this defense, which she had repeated for five years, he had never believed a word.

"Ethan Mitchell! Stop it for me!" Sarah used all her strength, with a heavy cry, and shouted at him.

"Cant take it? Did you ever think about how Emily felt when she was bullied by those people in the icy snow?"

Ethan, as if mad, cursed from the bottom of his heart, hitting her like a dull hammer: "Sarah! Why dont you just die!"

This was the man she had loved for ten years, the man who had married her five years ago, the man who hated her to the bone and married her only to torment her.

Five years ago, she became the envy of all as Mrs. Mitchell, but who could know the humiliation this title brought her.

Afterwards, Ethan went into the bathroom to take a shower, then walked out of the room without looking back.

He never looked at Sarah on the bed again, nor did he see the pregnancy test stick with two lines in the trash can by the door...

For five years of marriage, he never shared a bed with her, always returning to his own room to sleep, no matter how late.

And this room was specially decorated for her, with pale pink walls, and washed-out white sheets, simply furnished with no other items, just like a hospital ward.

Because he said, he wanted her to live forever in the last scene Su Dong saw before she died, never to find peace.

The air seemed to leave with him, Sarah curled up on the bed, trembling as she hugged herself, feeling suffocated and dizzy.

Her consciousness gradually dissipated, and the gentle young man from ten years ago appeared before her eyes, that one glance back was enough for her to love for ten years.

Then she felt a warm current slowly flowing out of her body, draining all her strength, and she slowly closed her eyes...