SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 58

He had not felt a hint of joy. Rather, he had wanted to escape from this place.

He closed his unfeeling eyes as he saw the strand of pearl necklace around Julianna ’s neck. It had cost him three million dollars, and he had put it on her with his own hands. She had never removed it, no matter where. She wore it even when she was bathing or sleeping. It was how much she treasured it.

He reached out and put his hand on Julianna’s neck while she looked up at him, helpless and smiling in relief.

It would be good to die. There would be no pain in death for she had no idea how she should continue surviving. Julianna was not meant to exist. She was redundant, someone who was discarded by the roadside.

She had a mother who had not been there for her... and a husband who had sent her to another man’s bed himself. Her life was so pathetic that she could not even be a mother.

What was there for her to live for?

He had not felt a hint of joy. Rather, he had wanted to escape from this place.

He was unaware that his nails were cutting into his palm as he clutched them tightly. This kind of woman was unworthy of sympathy; everything was what she deserved. She should not have caused Diana’s death and hurt Ruby. She was an angel sent to him by Diana . He might not have been able to protect Diana , but he most definitely would not let any harm come to Ruby.

Once again, he lifted his foot and strode out, without a backward glance at the woman who covered in wounds by the pain he inflicted.

The door closed with a bang, shutting the door connecting the two worlds. He had left, and she would never reach him again.

Julianna picked up a pearl and placed it in the middle of her palm. As she lowered her head, a tear as big as the pearl... slid quickly across her face.

With her head lowered, her lips touched the pearl in her palm; and she could taste her tears. It was really bitter. She picked up the pearls, one at a time. Her hands were full, but still, she was not done. She lay on the bed and held tightly onto the pearls from the broken necklace. It was then that she realized that some things just couldn’t be picked up.

She grasped at her hand one more time. Her throat felt like it was on fire. She moved her lips and found that she could not make a sound.

Ninety-nine pearls. It would require some work to string them all together. To her, even more so.

Sitting on the bed, she held a needle in one hand. With the other, she picked up the pearl from aside shakily. Her fingers were so swollen that it was almost impossible to hold on to the tiny needle. A pearl strung carefully into the string. Her hand shook, and the needle pierced into her finger.

Sss. She bit her lip as a bead of blood appeared very quickly on her fingertip. It became bigger and dripped onto one of the white pearls.

Dirty, it was really filthy. She was dirty. Everything was dirty.

Her quivering eyelashes opened. A pair of supposedly innocent-looking eyes was now red and swollen like a walnut. She had been crying for too long, too much.

In her heart, it felt so very bitter.

She hugged herself as her cries emerged from her throat again and again, unsuppressed. She held onto her blouse at her chest. It hurt here. She exerted force once more until her knuckles started to turn white.

Could anyone tell her... besides crying, what else could she do?

The room finally turned dark in the black night. The windows were shut, not allowing any light to penetrate the room. Her suppression became powerless.

It was when she couldn’t cry anymore, that she looked up. It was still dark outside. She had no idea when the day would come for her dawn to appear.

For a whole day, she couldn’t eat or drink. She was falling apart like one who had lost their soul. Her soul was indeed lost; it was crushed by someone she had loved the most.