ove Story5–Chapter 1
Love Story5–Chapter 1
In the memorial hall, the intense sounds of gasping filled the air.
I stared at this filthy scene, my reflection in the glass door showing a pale face with silent
tears.
voice broke through the silence.
The woman spoke sweetly, “Patrick, who do you think is better, me or Linda Smith?”
Patrick replied impatiently, “Of course, it’s you. That damn blind woman can’t compare to
you.”
“Every time I’m with her, I feel disgusted by her eyes.”
These cold, heartless words hit me like a freezing gust of wind.
All these years, I had never heard Patrick speak like this.
His care for me, the sweet words, the romantic gestures–everything had been a lie.
He found me repulsive.
My grandfather’s portrait still hung on the wall.
They had defiled his final journey like this, leaving him unable to rest in peace.
I was in pain, but also filled with rage.
I gritted my teeth and slowly made my way into the memorial hall, leaning on my cane. “Patrick, is that you?”
The light flickered on.
The two of them froze, and I watched Patrick hurriedly push Snow away, flustered as he straightened his clothes and nervously asked, “Linda, why are you still up so late?”
I looked around in confusion, feigning a lack of understanding, “I told you I’d be guarding
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Finally. We Got Lost
Love Story5–Chapter 1
grandfather’s spirit tonight. Don’t you remember?”
“I remember.”
“I was just about to call you.”
Patrick answered immediately, then cautiously glanced at me. “When did you get here, Linda?”
just arrived.”
I kept my face neutral, trying to appear calm. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
Snow, after tidying up, slowly walked up to me, her eyes filled with provocation.
Her post–pleasure scent overwhelmed my senses, making me want to vomit.
As if mocking me, Snow brazenly draped herself over Patrick, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him openly.
Patrick was startled, and his gaze flickered toward me before he frowned and pushed Snow
away, silently warning her, what are you doing?
Snow smiled brightly.
She replied without saying a word, what are you afraid of? She can’t see anything.
I stood there like a clown, forced to witness my fiance’s betrayal.
Snow chuckled softly, the sound echoing eerily in the quiet room.
I could sense the underlying cruelty, and I immediately shouted, “Who’s there?”
I looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.
Patrick, panicked, tried to explain, “Linda, it’s just the two of us here.”
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“Are you too tired? Seeing things?”
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