"You go out ...."

I heard my own choking voice, then turned away with difficulty and stopped looking at her.

She was a bit in panic. She explained to me anxiously.

"Pieter, please don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to not come and see you, I just couldn't get away."

"Jansen, he had his reasons for leaving me back then. He didn't live well after leaving me and he even suffered from severe depression. He needed me ...."

If that incident had not happened, perhaps I would choose to believe Celeste and would sympathize with Jansen.

But now, I could not believe it.

I remained silent, letting tears ravage my face.

The wound was wet with tears and I felt stinging pain.

"Pieter, don't worry, I will definitely marry you. As for your kidnapping case, can you write a letter of understanding to Jansen?"

Hearing these words, I could not hold back the anger in my heart and sat up straight.

"Celeste, you promised me that you would send the people who bullied me to prison and make them get the punishment they deserve."

"But why is he the only one who can't? Can the whole world be an exception as long as he is involved?"

"Celeste, open your eyes and see! Who on earth did I become what I am now for!"

I screamed hysterically.

However, the girl looked at me with increasingly cold eyes, until she finally spoke in an almost indifferent tone.

"Pieter, how could you treat me like this?"

"Where has all your kindness and thoughtfulness gone? Were you pretending to trick me into marrying you?"

"If that's the case, I'll have to think it multiple times about getting the marriage certificate."

Listening to the ridiculous and absurd accusations in my ear, bitterness and helplessness crept into my heart layer by layer.

Just I was about to open my mouth and argue, I saw her take out her phone and the cold in her eyes suddenly dissipated.

"Reflect on yourself!"

She looked at her phone and left with these words.

Seeing the disappearing figure, my heart sank to the bottom.

The last glimmer of hope was also burned out.

She was the girl I had loved wholeheartedly for three years.

When a man did not love his girl, he could not see her wounds or hear what she said.

Celeste, you don't need to worry.

We will never get a marriage certificate in our lifetime.

After that day, I never saw her again.

She seemed to have disappeared until I found her trace on Jansen's social media account.

[Revisiting the past with your first love.]

The following photos were a series of check-in photos, a splicing of old and new scenes and Celeste could be seen in each photo.

Showing half of her face, a back view and a right palm with a mole on her index finger.

Eech photo was like a needle piercing my eyes and heart, bringing indelible pain.

I could not help it and sent the screenshot to Celeste.

In just a few seconds, she replied to my message.

[Pieter, the doctor said, accompanying Jansen to relax will help him recover from depression.]

[Once he recovers, I will definitely come back to accompany you, okay?]

How could those familiar words so obscure and difficult to understand?

I curled up in bed, letting the pain gnaw on my nerves.

The memories of her kept flashing back in my mind and the layered pain made me feel the pleasure of self-torture.

I was trying to use that method to make myself remember the lesson.

That day, I passed by the resident doctor's office and heard my name.

"As for Pieter's legs, it can't be delayed any longer. If you delay it any longer, he will never be able to stand up again!"

"Are you really going to force him to this extent just for Jansen?"

The person on the other end of the phone sighed.

"Sure, the most important thing for me now is to accompany Jansen to treat his illness. Pieter has a stubborn personality. If his legs recover, he will definitely leave me."

"Cerena, can you help me just this once? I will definitely help him recover his legs later!"

The hospital where I was hospitalized, belonged to Celeste's family and I never doubted that she would tamper with my surgery.

Through the thin door panel, I heard a fierce noise inside.

I panicked and tried to escape, but accidentally fell off the wheelchair.

The door clicked open.

Cerena Louis stood there, her phone still on.

There was a hint of reluctance on the face resembled Celeste's, as she crouched down and carried me back to the wheelchair.

"I'll perform surgery on you, okay?"

At first, I thought Cerena was lying, but it was not until I successfully underwent leg surgery that I realized she was a good person.

On the second day after the surgery, Celeste happened to appear.

She did not seem to know about my surgery.

I rubbed my legs and Celeste unconsciously took my legs. "Does your legs hurt again?"

I felt a bit dazed. I had not seen her being gentle and considerate since that incident happened.

I pushed her hand away and pulled over the blanket to cover my legs.

"What's wrong?"

Perhaps it was because I was too cold and distant that she looked at me with some hurt in her eyes.

"Pieter, I know I was wrong. Can you please stop getting angry?"

"I'm here to take you home."

"These days, I have hired someone to set up specialized disability equipment for you at home. By then, your life at home will still be as convenient as before."

Celeste stood in front of my bed and pulled out the wheelchair from the corner.

Without giving me time to refuse, she asked the nurse to pick me up and put me on the wheelchair and while pushing me forward, she told me that she had prepared everything for me at home.

I felt a little amused. If it weren't for me scrolling through Jansen's social media updates, I would truly believe her words and even be moved.

I did not refuse because I did need some time to recuperate and the Louis Family's house was the best place to go.

I just did not expect to see another person there.

As soon as I got home, I saw Jansen standing at the door waiting for me.

I had never seen him in person. I had only heard his name from Celeste's mother.

Celeste's mother, Viviane Louis, said that Jansen and I had different personalities. I was sunny and cheerful, while he was quiet and gentle.

However, Viviane did not like Jansen, because he got close to her daughter just to get a place to study abroad at that time.

Celeste did not even know about it.

I did not mention it either, I did not want to get involved in their relationship.

I just did not expect that the first thing the man did when he came back was to hurt me and even deceive Celeste again.

And Celeste was like a fool.

"Pieter, thank you for forgiving me for that."

"That was something I didn't do right, but I really didn't let them torture you. I just wanted to meet you and talk to you. They acted on their own initiative! I ...."

Jansen came up with a harmless face and kept explaining.

But I did not listen to a word.

"When did I forgive you?"

I thought of the forgiveness letter Celeste mentioned before and turned to look at her.

I got it, she forged my letter of understanding.

Celeste separated me and Jansen with a guilty conscience and pushed me into the room.

Jansen obediently followed behind her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the two of them hold hands with each other.

It was not until I got home that I realized that Celeste's so-called special environment for the disabled was just a storage room in the corner of the first floor for me to live in.

Looking at the dim and cramped environment in front of me, I felt a little amused and helpless.

"The doctor said a room with light and warmth would help me recover, so Celeste gave me your room."

"You don't mind, do you?"

Jansen put his arm around her waist, with a hint of provocation hidden in his smile.

Celeste remained silent, her eyes flickering.

"Don't mind. It's not my home. It's not my turn to make the decision."

The moment she heard these words, her face changed slightly, as if she was a little angry, then she turned around and walked away.

In the following days, the three of us lived together happily.

Every time Celeste came to see me, Jansen would call her away for various reasons.

It was either stomachache or eyesore, dizziness or palpitations.

It just so happened that these tricks were extremely effective on the girl.

Even the Louis Family's servant, Melinda Bailey, could not stand it anymore. She complained about Jansen every day in front of me, even adding a few personal remarks.

"Ms. Louis is just confused these days, but we will be fine as soon as she comes to her sense. Let's just endure for a while and keep things peaceful."

Melinda said what Viviane had conveyed to me, but I felt nothing in my heart.

Viviane had been on a business trip abroad and had not come back for the next few days. She was afraid that Jansen would seduce her daughter, so she could only put some effort into me.

Too bad, they did not know that I could not marry Celeste.

All I needed wass to take care of my legs here.

When I woke up the next day, I saw the whole family busy.

There were various decorations and scenery in the courtyard and after asking, I found out that Celeste was going to hold a birthday party for Jansen.

Jansen stood in the courtyard wearing a pure white haute couture suit, with a tall and straight figure and no signs of aging on his handsome face.

"Pieter, you're awake."

He walked over with a smile and gestured to push my wheelchair.

I glanced sideways and immediately saw the wedding shoes on his feet.

These were my wedding shoes. They were handmade by a craftsman when Celeste and I went to Italy together.

"Where did you get these shoes?"

I held his hand tightly and spoke with a hint of anger.

"Pieter, what are you doing? I ...."

He did not say a few more words, his eyes reddened, looking like a frightened white rabbit.

"Pieter!"

Celeste appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of me in a hurry.

The man broke free and hid behind her.

"He only asked me about the shoes. He didn't do anything. Celeste, don't be angry."

"This pair of shoes was in the closet in my room. I thought you bought them for me, so I put them on ...."

Celeste became angrier and angrier.

Jansen's delicate and artificial appearance became a thorn in my eyes.

"It's just a pair of shoes. Is it worth your effort?"

"Pieter, don't go too far!"

She looked down at me, as if she was looking at a vicious dog on the street, her eyes full of vigilance and anger.

"Celeste, can you please open your eyes and see clearly that those are my wedding shoes!"

She turned her head to look at him and realized that it was indeed my wedding shoes

"There are plenty of wedding shoes. If you want them, I'll buy them for you again."

"Jansen just likes it. What's wrong with wearing it once? He'll return it to you when he's worn it enough. Besides, your legs are broken now, why do you need wedding shoes!"

"You apologize to him and this matter will be over."

I looked up in disbelief. I could understand each her word, but when put together they were too confusing to comprehend.