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When I woke up again, I was greeted by a picture taped to the ceiling that had been enlarged a million times.
It was me five years ago, slightly green and wearing a soft green hair tie.
But this one had a big hole gouged out of his heart.
There were also dense silk threads wrapped around it.
Like a butterfly trapped by a spider's web.
Day after day, when I opened my eyes, it was such a horrible picture.
If Graham wasn't crazy, then who was?
I tried to get up, but found myself tied to the bed with all my limbs.
There came the sound of a chair moving.
Graham's face appeared in front of me.
He ruffled my hair behind my ear and leaned down to look at me with pain and guilt in his eyes.
"I didn't want this to happen, but how could you leave me and get engaged to another man?"
"Rachel, you love me."
"Come back okay? I'll give you money.
High-minded Graham.
He'll soften himself up to get what he wants, but he never admits he's wrong or apologizes.
I was speechless.
"It means nothing, Graham. You don't love me."
"Love is tolerance, and often feeling indebted to the one you love"
"and not to conquer me by any means necessary, as you have done."
Graham denied it.
"Everyone expresses love differently, what makes you think that's not love!"
I said, "You cheated on me."
Graham froze for a moment, then retorted harshly.
"And how often have you been truthful!"
"When you lied to me about being able to heal, but you weren't even sick, your family was dead, who did you heal?"
"If you had told me the truth, I wouldn't have seen the fake ID in my father's hand! I wouldn't have gotten suspicious and let him test you! And we wouldn't have been separated for five whole years!"
I pursed my lips.
"There's nothing to say, is there? Then what the hell was your purpose in approaching me!"
I stayed silent.
Graham's face contorted slightly.
"I have a way of making you talk!"
He straddled me and frantically tore at my clothes.
My heart fights, panics, and tears slip from the corners of my eyes into my hair.
"I'm an orphan."
My numb tone made him stop and look at me blankly.
"If I hadn't faked my identity, I wouldn't have been able to go to college and I wouldn't have had the chance to walk up to you."
"Dream House Orphanage, you can look it up."
Graham, disoriented, helped me back into my clothes and got out of bed, ready to leave.
I called out to him.
"You've hurt me again because you don't trust me."
Graham's back stiffened for a long moment.
Turning back to me, he helped me loosen my grip.
"You're not allowed to run, I'll be right back."
Graham locked the door before he left.
My cell phone was confiscated and I had to wander around the room.
I saw my used lamp, teacups, towels, slippers ......
Graham had moved all my stuff from five years ago.
No wonder he couldn't stand me saying he didn't love me.
I think he's touched himself a lot by doing this.
That night, Graham came home drunk.
I saw his hurt face and the suppressed tears in his eyes.
And I knew.
This fierce prey was finally going to be mine.
As soon as I walked in the door, Graham hugged me and wouldn't let go.
He and I had a lot of drunken conversations.
The arrogant prince who called the shots in the Capital Circle finally bowed his head for the love of his life.
"Rachel, I'm sorry. ......"
"If only I had been there for you in the first place."
"You wouldn't have had your fingernails pulled out, drank milk filled with broken glass, or had words carved into your skin ......"
"I won't do anything to hurt you again, come back to me and let me protect you."
I broke away from his hand and sat down on the couch.
"Once I say yes, you're going to push me into the abyss again, just like your dad used to do when he bullied us, aren't you?"
Graham scrambled to crouch in front of me.
"No, I won't, I swear, I'll always be on your side."
I laughed bitterly, "I don't want to believe you."
I counted the years that hadn't been easy.
Drunkenness had weakened Graham's mental defenses, and he commiserated, crying brokenly.
"I was wrong, you can hit me and yell at me all you want."
"Stop it, Rachel, please, stop it ......"
Graham took off my top and kissed every ugly scar on my body.
It was so reverent, like atonement.
I didn't resist, and when I finished I just stared at him quietly and coldly.
Graham stopped kissing and looked up at me.
Like a believer waiting for the Lord's forgiveness.
The atmosphere was subtle and mysterious.
It was as if we understood each other.
Graham was possessed and said in a magnetic drunken seductive voice:
"Kiss me, sister."
My heart was pounding in huge waves and my whole body went numb.
Yet on the surface, I just blinked softly and said in a weak voice:
"Graham, kneel."
He didn't hesitate.
Knees flopped to the floor.
I tugged on his collar and leaned in slightly.
Cold, soft lips touched.
Graham clutched the back of my head and responded with a deep kiss.
Like a wild animal, he tries to pounce on me on the couch.
I pressed my hands against his shoulders, "Get on your knees."
Graham's hostility intensified as he obediently let me have my way.
An ambiguous atmosphere spread through the room.
The moonlight poured down from the window, a silent witness to the night's affair.
I told him that the affair with Killian was a lie and that the hickey was intentional.
I didn't want to look too wretched when we met again; he had a wonderful wife and I had nothing.
Graham was pleasantly surprised, and to show his determination to trust me.
Let me break off my engagement to Killian and become engaged to him.
His father was so furious when he found out that he flew back from abroad overnight.
And the big show I was so looking forward to.
It's finally about to begin.
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