Chapter 7
At the time, I refused to believe it. I was proud, too proud to admit that maybe I had made the wrong choice. I wanted everyone to see that my decision was the right one, that I had found happiness with Julian.
After marriage, Julian truly did treat me well. He was attentive, considerate, and every move he made spoke of gentleness and elegance. He never treated me poorly, even though his family was wealthy and influential.
My parents–in–law were reasonable, too. Though they were disappointed that I couldn’t give Julian a son, they never applied pressure.
At that time, I genuinely believed I had exhausted all the luck in my life, and I was deeply grateful for Julian’s kindness. But I didn’t realize that his love for me was
beginning to sour, slowly eroding after two devastating miscarriages. He didn’t notice
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it at first, and neither did I.
But Hazel–smart and perceptive–saw the cracks between us. She seized the opportunity, and in doing so, she ended our eight–year relationship completely.
I thought that after leaving Julian, I could rebuild my life. I believed that, after mending my broken heart, I would find peace in a foreign country, doing something I loved. But that peace was shattered the moment Julian appeared.
I never expected his influence to extend to this faraway place.
Three days after my departure, Julian finally realized I was missing. But he didn’t understand why I’d left. He thought I had been kidnapped, and in his panic, he made a spectacle of it–calling the police, plastering my photo across every major screen, and even offering a bounty of three million to anyone who could find me.
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He didn’t stop there. He filmed a
desperate video of himself searching for me and posted it online, hoping I, far away in a foreign country, would see it.
In the video, he sat alone in our old home, his face weary and filled with desperation. He looked directly at the camera, his voice hoarse with emotion.
“Audrey… please, come back. Please just show up, okay? I can’t live without you. I don‘ t know how to go on without you. I’m really scared. Please, come back.”
His voice broke as he spoke, choking on the words. His eyes were red, swollen with tears, and he could barely breathe.
The netizens were moved.
A tall man, once so composed, now wept for the woman he claimed to love.
Youtube and video sites were overwhelmed
with messages, and hashtags like “Mrs. Foster, please come home!” spread like
wildfire.
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In an instant, my name was on the lips of everyone–from toddlers to the elderly. The whole country seemed to have joined in the game of “Finding Mrs. Foster.” All anyone needed were a few clues to claim a hefty reward.
People sighed with envy, awed by the spectacle of Julian‘ s desperation. But I was the only one who felt repulsed by his attempts to redeem himself, his tears only adding to the mockery.
“This kind of love is so rare! How come I’ve never met a rich, handsome, and
devoted man like that?”
“Mr. Foster really loves his wife! I saw him that day on the street. As soon as he heard there was a clue about her, he rushed over
like a madman.”
“If she’s really kidnapped, the kidnappers. will probably be riddled with bullets by the sniper team!”
“Mrs. Foster is so lucky. She grew up in an
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orphanage, married into a wealthy family, and even though she hasn‘ t given Julian a child in eight years, he still loves her without a shred of resentment!”
“Yes, it’s such a perfect love. I envy her so much. I wish I could be the soul of Mrs. Foster!”
As I scrolled through these comments on Youtube, a bitter laugh escaped my lips.
Where did they see love?
