Someone like me, who grew up in a normal family, shouldn’t have any relationship with someone like Colin, a son of heaven.

But fate was just so coincidental.

In high school, I once skipped class and fought.

Colin climbed up a tree to rescue a trapped stray cat, and happened to witness the whole process.

He didn’t say a word, thinking that I hadn’t noticed him.

I scared the person away, put the school uniform jacket on my shoulder, and looked up at him.

“Have you seen enough?”

With just that one glance, he blushed and fell from the tree.

I instinctively reached out and caught him.

He froze, and so did I.

After all, he was the famous prince in the school, a proud son of heaven, and his family background was prominent.

I smiled slightly and said, “Aren’t you coming down? You’re so heavy.”

I saw his ears turn red.

I thought to myself that he was so innocent.

Since then, he transformed into a fanboy and started following me around.

He brought me food and water every day.

He said he wanted to go to the same college as me, so he insisted on helping me with my homework.

Under his guidance, my grades had improved by leaps and bounds.

He was like a humble little dog, wagging his tail and trying to please me.

Many people were betting to see how long he could last.

But I didn’t expect that his persistence saved me.

On the eve of the SAT, I was almost beaten to death by my father’s creditor.

Colin took me away regardless and paid off all the debts my father owed from gambling.

I was the one who got hurt, but he was the one crying.

I wiped away his tears with my bandaged fingers, but he grabbed my hand.

“No wonder you fight so fiercely. It turns out you have suffered so much. Why didn’t you tell me?”

At that time, he was full of self-blame and regret for me in his words.

Maybe it was the warm sunshine that touched me.

I told him a secret that no one else knew.

My dad took the money my mom used to buy medicine and went gambling, which caused my mom to have a seizure and die in the house.

I was very young at that time, and I didn’t know anything except crying while holding her.

There was no food at home, so I went outside to pick up garbage to eat.

When I came back, I found several stray cats gnawing on her body.

That was the first time I faced death, and since then I didn’t like cats.

At that time, Colin looked at me with pity and hugged me tightly.

He promised me that he would treat me well and I would always be his most precious treasure.

I still remembered his resolute appearance.

But he had completely forgotten why I hated cats.

He thought I was just allergic to cat hair.

When the SAT was over, Colin looked at me with a burning gaze and said, “Gloria, shall we run away?”

I shrugged and smiled, “Run away? Where to?”

My whole life had been a mess.

My father had planned my life for me. After graduating from high school, I would work in a factory and then get married to make money for him.

He wouldn’t help me pay a penny of tuition.

The tuition for my high school was all raised by people in my village.

Colin had also helped my family repay the debt, and I had to repay.

My father was a time bomb, which might affect me at any time.

I gave up on myself long ago. Choosing to study was just to make Colin a little happier.

His family’s plan for him was to study abroad.

His future should not have me.

But Colin convinced me. I was young and impulsive, so I chose him regardless.

In the end, he applied to a domestic university.

He didn’t follow the family’s arrangement and lost his source of income.

At that time, we lived a very poor but also very happy life in a rented house.

After part-time work every day, we would play around in the rented small room.

We have quarreled and fought, but we only have each other in our eyes.

If time could freeze at that moment, it would be great.

But I knew it was impossible. Since he helped my family repay the debt, we were destined to be unequal.

After that day, we parted ways and I moved out of the villa.

In recent years, I had suffered from severe depression and often had emotional breakdowns at midnight.

I was taking anti-cancer drugs, so I couldn’t take anti-depressants at the same time.

I could only go to the hospital for psychological counseling.

I took the medicine.

The psychologist talked about my condition while escorting me to the elevator.

The elevator door opened, revealing Colin and Esme.

Esme was held in his arms, in an intimate posture.

Both of them were shocked to see me.

Esme pounded on Colin’s chest and said, “Mr. Nelson, let me go. I just sprained my ankle.”

But Colin remained unmoved.

Esme looked apologetically at me and said, “I told him it was a minor issue, but Mr. Nelson insisted on bringing me to see a doctor. Madam, please don’t mind.”

It reminded me of the night when I lost my child and Colin held Esme without looking back.

Before I could speak, Colin spoke first, “No wonder you’re making a fuss about divorcing me. It turns out you’ve found someone else.”

I didn’t want to involve innocent Liam Martin.

I instinctively avoided Nelson’s gaze.

“How dare you protect him in front of me?”

“Not everyone is as filthy as you.”

Ignoring his unhappy face, I turned around and left.

In the same elevator with them, I would feel the air disgusting.

Before I could take a few steps, Colin grabbed my arm.

“Are you feeling guilty?”

He saw the medicine I dropped on the ground.

He picked it up and took a look.

“Antidepressant drugs?”