Chapter 3
Chapter 3
After removing my makeup and returning home, I pulled up photos of Tyler’s mother on my phone while examining the check.
The amount written was enough to cover a full year of medical expenses.
Tyler, what other secrets have you kept from me?
I heard sounds at the door and quickly hid the check.
“Emma, I got paid for my part–time job. I bought your favorite cheesecake. Come try them,” Tyler called out.
When he saw the wound on my forehead, his smile froze.
He rushed over, his eyes full of concern:
“What happened? Does it hurt?”
I forced a smile:
“Just scratched myself by accident. It’s nothing. Why waste money on cheesecake? They’re so expensive.”
“How could that be a waste? Emma, if I could, I’d give you all the best things in the world. Being with me has already been hard enough on you. I’m working so hard to earn money so my baby can have a good life.”
I remained silent. His sweet talk was as smooth as ever.
But now, combined with Olivia’s perfume still lingering on him, it all felt so absurd.
Tyler didn’t notice my change in mood. He casually glanced at my phone and laughed:
“Hey, girls like looking at handsome guys, why you’re staring at pictures of a sick old women?”
I was stunned:
“You don’t recognize her??”
Tyler looked confused:
“No, should I? Is she your relative? If so, we can buy some flowers and visit her sometime.”
“By the way, Emma, I have another part–time job tonight. I need to leave now and can’t join you for dinner. Be good and wait for me at home.”
He ruffled my hair, put on his worn–out jacket, and left.
I stood frozen, shocked by his words.
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Chapter 3
He was the one who had taken me to the hospital in the first place, pointing the comatose elderly woman lying in the bed, telling me with grief that it was his mother.
I zoomed out the photo. Every detail snapped into focus-
Tyler was standing beside the bed.
But now he claimed not to recognize her??
I secretly took a taxi and followed Tyler. I watched him enter a high–end mall, change into an expensive suit worth
thousands.
He swiped his card to pay the bill without hesitation and then headed to a hotel.
As soon as I entered the lobby, I spotted Olivia in a designer gown, arm–in–arm with an elegant older woman, acting coquettishly.
Tyler looked somewhat like this woman. He approached the woman, handed her a gift, and said:
“Happy birthday, Mom.”
A wave of absurdity washed over me, and I couldn’t tell whether I should feel angry or heartbroken.
In the past, Tyler appeared worn down by overwhelming medical bills and debt. His eyes were constantly filled with sadness, worried about his severely ill mother.
My heart ached for his struggles, and I decided to share his burden. For five whole years, apart from eating and sleeping, I worked tirelessly to earn money.
Whenever I got paid, I immediately transferred the money to him. I often went hungry, sustaining myself on water alone. I fainted several times because of low blood sugar, but I was always reluctant to spend money on buying medicine. I could only buy the cheapest candies to relieve the dizziness.
Now I discovered that even his “critically ill mother” was a fabricated lie.
His sadness and exhaustion were simply due to his missing Olivia, who had gone abroad.
Going hungry time and again because I didn’t have money for meals,
The sweat that poured down as I moved the goods in the sweltering heat time and again,
And the cracks on my hands left by washing dishes one after another.
What did any of it mean?!!
