Chapter 2I Died on the Day He Watched Fireworks with His Female Secretary after Proposing to Me

At night, I sat on the bed lost in thought.

Lucas closed his laptop, closed his eyes to relieve his sore eyes for a moment, then got up and lifted the covers to get into bed.

He habitually turned his back to me, leaving enough space between us to fit a pillow.

Sleeping posture never lies.

We've been together for eight years, yet he still can't get used to sleeping in the same bed with me.

I've always been thick-skinned in front of him. Even if he's unwilling, I would sneak over when he's asleep, press tightly against his back, and hug his waist.

Even our first time was something I begged for shamelessly.

At that time, I was twenty years old.

I vaguely remember it was raining heavily that day.

The dense raindrops pattered against the window panes, and the air was cold and damp.

I took off my little jacket and slowly walked towards him...

Hugged him.

And he stood still without moving.

The waist under a man's white shirt was so thin and narrow.

Unlike me, his body temperature was very high.

I was trembling all over with shame, thinking that if he rejected me, I might just want to die.

I looked up and smiled at him with all my might, but tears blurred my vision.

At that time, I was so afraid of hearing words like "shameless," "cheap," or "disgusting" from his mouth.

After all, I was still a young girl, with mindless courage but no ability to bear the consequences.

He looked at me coldly.

As if he would push me away the next moment.

I fumbled with his buttons with shaking hands, my legs trembling so much I could barely stand.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I stammered, unable to speak.

He lowered his head and kissed me, with a bitter taste mixed with tears, "You don't even know how to seduce someone, silly."

I smelled a faint scent of alcohol.

His girlfriend had moved on to someone else, and he was in a bad mood.

I took advantage of the situation, and from then on, he had a piece of flypaper he couldn't shake off.

In the pitch darkness, I stared at the vague outline of the chandelier on the ceiling.

Perhaps when death is approaching, one's mindset becomes more peaceful.

The person I once wasted my youth chasing after, the feelings I once tore my heart out for, now seem less important than whether I can see tomorrow's sunrise.