His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 107: Chapter 107
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In the operating room, as the anesthesia wore off, I drifted through a long, winding dream.
I dreamed I was back in our college days, when the world was full of possibility and hope still felt like a birthright rather than a luxury.
Under a shower of pink and white cherry blossoms, Caleb and I held hands as we strolled leisurely by the river, the late afternoon sun casting golden light across the water.
Looking at the tall, handsome boy beside me, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, refusing to let go, as if some part of me knew this happiness was temporary.
But Caleb suddenly changed his expression, pushing me away harshly and walking ahead, his back rigid and unwelcoming.
I quickly ran after him, confused and hurt. However, even though my whole body ached from running, I still couldn't catch up with him no matter how hard I tried. The distance between us seemed to stretch impossibly with each step.
I could only crouch on the ground in despair, crying. Tears blurred my vision as Caleb stood a few meters away, looking at me with profound sadness, saying slowly:
"Olivia, stop chasing. Just wait for me here, okay? I'll definitely come back for you..."
The breeze lifted my hair, but Caleb, who had been standing there moments ago, had completely vanished, leaving nothing but empty space where he had stood.
"Caleb..." I suddenly opened my eyes, my pillow soaked with tears. The dream had felt so real that waking was a fresh loss.
I touched my wet cheeks in a daze, my heart aching with renewed grief. The hospital room came into focus slowly—antiseptic white walls, the steady beep of monitors, the smell of medical-grade disinfectant.
I weakly propped myself up, reaching for the water on the bedside table, when I noticed two people sitting on the companion bed in the corner. My heart leapt with cautious hope. Had someone come to support me?
"Mom! Dad!"
I excitedly tried to get up to hug them, naively believing they still cared about me and had come to see me after surgery. That childlike hope for parental love never fully died, even after years of disappointment.
But all I received was a cold slap that left my cheek stinging.
"You useless thing! We were counting on you to give Marcus a child to secure your position, and now you've lost your fallopian tube. What else can you do!?" My mother, wearing heavy eye makeup and a designer suit that cost more than some people's monthly salary, pointed at me and cursed.
My father glared fiercely, adding: "You're an embarrassment. We should have forced you to marry that old man from the Lee Group—at least you could have inherited some money, which would be better than your current situation!"
I covered my swollen cheek, unable to shed another tear. I had run dry, the well of emotion emptied by years of abuse and neglect.
Overwhelming despair filled my body, leaving only endless coldness and pain in my heart. I felt hollow, scraped out from the inside.
I could no longer contain the surging emotions inside me and broke down crying:
"Did you ever see me as your daughter?! In your eyes, I'm just a tool to provide projects for the company. I've been your puppet for so many years. Now I just want to live for myself. I want a divorce!"
My father charged forward, slapping me hard across the face, his heavy gold ring cutting my lip.
The force was so great that my nose and mouth immediately bled, and I staggered backward, nearly falling off the hospital bed.
"A worthless woman like you had better behave! You have no right to ask for a divorce! If your problems affect our partnership with the Sullivan family, we won't recognize you as our daughter anymore!"
They hurled more abuse before storming out, slamming the door so hard that the framed hospital protocol chart fell from the wall.
My cheek burned with pain as I sat collapsed on the bed, shell-shocked and broken.
Fresh blood dripped from the corner of my mouth into my palm, scalding hot. I stared at it, mesmerized by the bright red against my pale skin.
I felt an unprecedented sense of disappointment, yet also a strange clarity. The veil had been lifted completely.
I could no longer hold any expectations for my family. The fantasy of being loved by them had to die for me to survive.
No one loved me, so I would have to learn to love myself. I would have to be my own protector, my own advocate, my own family.
Fortunately, during my two-week hospital stay, Marcus didn't come to cause trouble, allowing me to recover in peace. Perhaps the doctor's words had affected him more than he'd let on, or maybe he was simply too busy with Zoe to bother with me.
However, since the court's judgment hadn't been issued yet, after being discharged from the hospital, I could only drag my luggage and return to the villa. I had nowhere else to go—my parents had made it clear I wasn't welcome at their home, and I had no close friends left after three years of isolation in my marriage.
But before I could enter, I saw the yard littered with belongings—all my personal items from my room had been unceremoniously thrown outside.
Soft blankets were covered in dirt and leaves; my carefully collected books were waterlogged almost beyond recognition. A light rain had fallen earlier, soaking everything and turning the grass into mud that clung to my favorite sweaters.
I silently picked up the mess, stuffing what I could salvage into my suitcase, when suddenly my pupils constricted as I remembered something extremely important hidden in a drawer corner.
I anxiously opened the now weathered cabinet, but the item was gone. My heart sank like a stone.
"Looking for this?"
I dreamed I was back in our college days, when the world was full of possibility and hope still felt like a birthright rather than a luxury.
Under a shower of pink and white cherry blossoms, Caleb and I held hands as we strolled leisurely by the river, the late afternoon sun casting golden light across the water.
Looking at the tall, handsome boy beside me, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, refusing to let go, as if some part of me knew this happiness was temporary.
But Caleb suddenly changed his expression, pushing me away harshly and walking ahead, his back rigid and unwelcoming.
I quickly ran after him, confused and hurt. However, even though my whole body ached from running, I still couldn't catch up with him no matter how hard I tried. The distance between us seemed to stretch impossibly with each step.
I could only crouch on the ground in despair, crying. Tears blurred my vision as Caleb stood a few meters away, looking at me with profound sadness, saying slowly:
"Olivia, stop chasing. Just wait for me here, okay? I'll definitely come back for you..."
The breeze lifted my hair, but Caleb, who had been standing there moments ago, had completely vanished, leaving nothing but empty space where he had stood.
"Caleb..." I suddenly opened my eyes, my pillow soaked with tears. The dream had felt so real that waking was a fresh loss.
I touched my wet cheeks in a daze, my heart aching with renewed grief. The hospital room came into focus slowly—antiseptic white walls, the steady beep of monitors, the smell of medical-grade disinfectant.
I weakly propped myself up, reaching for the water on the bedside table, when I noticed two people sitting on the companion bed in the corner. My heart leapt with cautious hope. Had someone come to support me?
"Mom! Dad!"
I excitedly tried to get up to hug them, naively believing they still cared about me and had come to see me after surgery. That childlike hope for parental love never fully died, even after years of disappointment.
But all I received was a cold slap that left my cheek stinging.
"You useless thing! We were counting on you to give Marcus a child to secure your position, and now you've lost your fallopian tube. What else can you do!?" My mother, wearing heavy eye makeup and a designer suit that cost more than some people's monthly salary, pointed at me and cursed.
My father glared fiercely, adding: "You're an embarrassment. We should have forced you to marry that old man from the Lee Group—at least you could have inherited some money, which would be better than your current situation!"
I covered my swollen cheek, unable to shed another tear. I had run dry, the well of emotion emptied by years of abuse and neglect.
Overwhelming despair filled my body, leaving only endless coldness and pain in my heart. I felt hollow, scraped out from the inside.
I could no longer contain the surging emotions inside me and broke down crying:
"Did you ever see me as your daughter?! In your eyes, I'm just a tool to provide projects for the company. I've been your puppet for so many years. Now I just want to live for myself. I want a divorce!"
My father charged forward, slapping me hard across the face, his heavy gold ring cutting my lip.
The force was so great that my nose and mouth immediately bled, and I staggered backward, nearly falling off the hospital bed.
"A worthless woman like you had better behave! You have no right to ask for a divorce! If your problems affect our partnership with the Sullivan family, we won't recognize you as our daughter anymore!"
They hurled more abuse before storming out, slamming the door so hard that the framed hospital protocol chart fell from the wall.
My cheek burned with pain as I sat collapsed on the bed, shell-shocked and broken.
Fresh blood dripped from the corner of my mouth into my palm, scalding hot. I stared at it, mesmerized by the bright red against my pale skin.
I felt an unprecedented sense of disappointment, yet also a strange clarity. The veil had been lifted completely.
I could no longer hold any expectations for my family. The fantasy of being loved by them had to die for me to survive.
No one loved me, so I would have to learn to love myself. I would have to be my own protector, my own advocate, my own family.
Fortunately, during my two-week hospital stay, Marcus didn't come to cause trouble, allowing me to recover in peace. Perhaps the doctor's words had affected him more than he'd let on, or maybe he was simply too busy with Zoe to bother with me.
However, since the court's judgment hadn't been issued yet, after being discharged from the hospital, I could only drag my luggage and return to the villa. I had nowhere else to go—my parents had made it clear I wasn't welcome at their home, and I had no close friends left after three years of isolation in my marriage.
But before I could enter, I saw the yard littered with belongings—all my personal items from my room had been unceremoniously thrown outside.
Soft blankets were covered in dirt and leaves; my carefully collected books were waterlogged almost beyond recognition. A light rain had fallen earlier, soaking everything and turning the grass into mud that clung to my favorite sweaters.
I silently picked up the mess, stuffing what I could salvage into my suitcase, when suddenly my pupils constricted as I remembered something extremely important hidden in a drawer corner.
I anxiously opened the now weathered cabinet, but the item was gone. My heart sank like a stone.
"Looking for this?"
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