Not long after the new semester started at Capitol University, Cain told me he wanted to take me somewhere for dinner and asked me to dress more formally.
I guessed he was planning to take me to meet his uncle.
I had to admit, Cain at this age was still too naive.
He never imagined that someone like him, who had always done whatever he wanted, would one day have no choice but to accept things he couldn't change.
Like marrying a woman he hated.
Someone like Cain would never allow himself to suffer.
Anything he wanted belonged to him. Even if he lost interest in it, even if he left it untouched, he still couldn't stand letting someone else have it.
In my past life, after I quit my job and lost my baby, Cain locked me inside Blossom Manor for four whole years.
Those years were nothing
