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On the way home, my mom didn’t criticize my past choices; instead, she sighed, “I never thought that the silly boy who once held your hand and swore he would treat you well would end up like this. And what happened in the end?”
“This girl, really. Why even let him stay in a house? He should’ve been left out on the
streets!”
I leaned against my mom, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on my skin.
“Sometimes you have to leave a way out for people.”
Half a month later, I heard from a friend that Austin had been stabbed by Stella when he went out looking for a job.
Luckily, he was rescued, but things didn’t go as he hoped. After a thorough checkup, the
doctor found a tumor in his stomach.
Late–stage cancer, and with his injuries, he seemed to have aged ten years overnight.
A friend asked if I wanted to visit Austin.
“I’ll pass. He’d be upset to see me.”
After all, his current situation was entirely my doing.
After the divorce with Austin,
I didn’t spare Stella either.
She relied on her youth, beauty, and education, acting recklessly without a care.
But she didn’t know that at a strict school, her actions were nothing but a disgrace to the
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institution.
With a serious demerit and an order for expulsion, Stella lost her scholarship, penniless and with nowhere to go.
She had no choice but to turn to Austin.
But Austin, who had just divorced me, was facing unemployment, and with so many problems of his own, he had no time to care for this delicate young girl.
The security camera at our door had caught Stella multiple times lurking around my place.
I kept my guard up.
Coincidentally, my mom planned to take me to Australia for a vacation, so I packed my bags and happily left.
Meanwhile, Stella, thousands of miles away, couldn’t find me.
But she saw Austin, the one who had promised to help her, walk out of my house.
Anger burned inside her. With her reputation already in tatters, and nowhere else to turn,
she grabbed a knife and stormed out, viciously stabbing Austin.
“Austin, go die!”
The day she was arrested and thrown into prison,
my mom and I were breathing in the fresh air of nature, watching cows and sheep on a
vast grassland.
People come and go, but everyone has their place to return to.
Austin gave me the last call of his life, choking on his words, “Gianna, I love you.”
I was confused, “Who are you?”
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In his late–stage cancer, he struggled to speak. Hearing my question, he grit his teeth in frustration, the sound of his jaw grinding, and tears of regret fell.
I blocked and deleted his number from my phone.
When I returned home,
I received a property transfer document from the lawyer. After Austin’s death, all his assets were left to me.
He died believing that I had his child.
I looked at the photos we took when we were young.
A single tear fell.
From now on, I would move forward to a better life.
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Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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