Love Me or Crash the Spaceship—He Chose the Latter! - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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When Preston blocked that blow for me, my heart did flutter for a moment, but it quickly returned to calm.
The agony of dying three times had long since worn away all my love for him.
Since I couldn't change the ending, I might as well live well in the present.
While he was hospitalized, I took my parents to New Zealand for a vacation.
Amazingly, during those two weeks I didn't think of them even once—perhaps I had truly let go.
The day we returned, I'd barely left the airport when I saw Preston standing there with my favorite pink roses.
He'd lost a lot of weight and dropped to his knees right in front of me in full view of everyone.
I ignored him and turned to leave.
But Preston desperately grabbed my wrist, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying:
"Sage, I've uncovered the whole truth. Don't worry—Marina will never hurt you again."
"When I announced our engagement globally, it indirectly caused the death of her husband and two-year-old son... In her suicide note, she slandered you, saying that to prevent her from returning to the country, you hired people to assault her and got her pregnant."
My legs went weak, my voice trembling: "And you just believed it?"
His eyes instantly reddened:
"Sage, it was a suicide note—how could I not believe it?"
I suddenly found it utterly ridiculous.
Dead people can't lie?
Without even asking, he'd sentenced me to death.
This was his so-called love for me?
"Are you finished?" I pulled at the corner of my mouth. "Can you move now?"
Preston suddenly crawled forward on his knees and hugged my legs:
"Sage, I love you—I've always loved only you! I couldn't bear the guilt. I couldn't accept that someone as wonderful as you had become so vicious..."
"I don't want to hear it anymore." My voice held no emotion whatsoever.
"Since heaven arranged for us to live again, why can't we part amicably?"
"Have you ever considered that even without Marina, we still wouldn't have made it to the end?"
"You'd deny me at any time because of someone else's words, then drag me down to destruction with you."
He shook his head frantically:
"Never! Sage, trust me, I'll change. I'll listen to everything you say."
More and more people were gathering around us. I felt exhausted.
"Every time I see you, scenes from our previous lives keep flashing through my mind—the disintegrating spaceship, the car plunging into the sea, the exploding wedding venue."
"Preston, let this be the end. Life is still long, and I don't want to be trapped by your side, waking up every night from nightmares of dying."
My voice began to shake:
"Preston, I'm begging you—in this lifetime... let me go."
He froze in place, suddenly releasing his grip and pulling his mouth into a tragic smile:
"Alright, Sage. Whatever you want."
"Thank you." I turned and left without looking back.
The backlog of work from my two-week vacation kept me busy around the clock.
A week later, just after finishing a meeting, Preston sent me a message:
[Sage, by the time you see this message, I probably won't be here anymore.]
[Since I can't earn your forgiveness in this life, I'll go find you in the next one.]
A news alert suddenly popped up: "Ashford Group Heir Dies by Suicide, Jumping from Building"
I immediately clicked on the news.
The brief article mentioned that after Preston reached a settlement agreement with the pregnant woman who had attacked him, he leaped from the ninety-ninth floor.
My hands trembling, I picked up my cup. The warm coffee sliding down my throat helped me regain a bit of composure.
Finally, I replied to his message:
[Preston Ashford, may you get what you wish for in your next life.]
The agony of dying three times had long since worn away all my love for him.
Since I couldn't change the ending, I might as well live well in the present.
While he was hospitalized, I took my parents to New Zealand for a vacation.
Amazingly, during those two weeks I didn't think of them even once—perhaps I had truly let go.
The day we returned, I'd barely left the airport when I saw Preston standing there with my favorite pink roses.
He'd lost a lot of weight and dropped to his knees right in front of me in full view of everyone.
I ignored him and turned to leave.
But Preston desperately grabbed my wrist, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying:
"Sage, I've uncovered the whole truth. Don't worry—Marina will never hurt you again."
"When I announced our engagement globally, it indirectly caused the death of her husband and two-year-old son... In her suicide note, she slandered you, saying that to prevent her from returning to the country, you hired people to assault her and got her pregnant."
My legs went weak, my voice trembling: "And you just believed it?"
His eyes instantly reddened:
"Sage, it was a suicide note—how could I not believe it?"
I suddenly found it utterly ridiculous.
Dead people can't lie?
Without even asking, he'd sentenced me to death.
This was his so-called love for me?
"Are you finished?" I pulled at the corner of my mouth. "Can you move now?"
Preston suddenly crawled forward on his knees and hugged my legs:
"Sage, I love you—I've always loved only you! I couldn't bear the guilt. I couldn't accept that someone as wonderful as you had become so vicious..."
"I don't want to hear it anymore." My voice held no emotion whatsoever.
"Since heaven arranged for us to live again, why can't we part amicably?"
"Have you ever considered that even without Marina, we still wouldn't have made it to the end?"
"You'd deny me at any time because of someone else's words, then drag me down to destruction with you."
He shook his head frantically:
"Never! Sage, trust me, I'll change. I'll listen to everything you say."
More and more people were gathering around us. I felt exhausted.
"Every time I see you, scenes from our previous lives keep flashing through my mind—the disintegrating spaceship, the car plunging into the sea, the exploding wedding venue."
"Preston, let this be the end. Life is still long, and I don't want to be trapped by your side, waking up every night from nightmares of dying."
My voice began to shake:
"Preston, I'm begging you—in this lifetime... let me go."
He froze in place, suddenly releasing his grip and pulling his mouth into a tragic smile:
"Alright, Sage. Whatever you want."
"Thank you." I turned and left without looking back.
The backlog of work from my two-week vacation kept me busy around the clock.
A week later, just after finishing a meeting, Preston sent me a message:
[Sage, by the time you see this message, I probably won't be here anymore.]
[Since I can't earn your forgiveness in this life, I'll go find you in the next one.]
A news alert suddenly popped up: "Ashford Group Heir Dies by Suicide, Jumping from Building"
I immediately clicked on the news.
The brief article mentioned that after Preston reached a settlement agreement with the pregnant woman who had attacked him, he leaped from the ninety-ninth floor.
My hands trembling, I picked up my cup. The warm coffee sliding down my throat helped me regain a bit of composure.
Finally, I replied to his message:
[Preston Ashford, may you get what you wish for in your next life.]
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