Old Dreams No Return (Serena) novel Chapter 25

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A photo on the table caught my eye. It was the one he gave me when he first came to our home.

In the picture, a young man in a white shirt and jeans, carrying a black backpack, stood in the sunlight. He told me with a determined look, From now on, I’ll be your guardian. I’ll do my best with the Leslie Group. I’ll protect you

with my life.”

He just turned 18 then, but he carried the weight of responsibility like an adult.

I somehow believed him like he was my last lifeline.

He didn’t break his promise. He was involved in every part of my growing up.

He attended every parent-teacher meeting, spoiled me with snacks after school, and took care of me when I was sick.

He gave me more love than most parents could. Back then, I told him he was the most important person in my life, and we’d be together forever.

On our wedding day, he smiled and patted my head, promising, “I’ll protect the wife I raised with my life. If I ever hurt you, may I die alone!”

I had also told him, “If you ever betray me, I’ll leave without a word, and you’ll lose me forever.”

All those memories flashed through my mind. The beautiful life was shattered by the cruel reality.

As they said, yesterday’s glory was as dazzling as midsummer, but today’s hardships were as harsh and barren as late autumn. Life was a journey of unpredictable ups and downs.

Leland, are you really ready to lose me?” I asked inwardly.

Just then, a message popped up on my phone.

It was from his mistress, Caitlyn Hoffman, “Today’s your anniversary, right? Well, I told him I liked the bracelet he got you, so he gave it to me. How sweet! But don’t worry. You can keep the ring.”

I smiled faintly, pretending not to care. Then my husband Leland rushed over in the rain.

“Kay, look! I got you an anniversary gift!” He was as handsome as ever, his suit perfectly pressed, his hair immaculate, exuding authority.

He kissed my cheek, ruffled my hair, and handed me the gift box.

I looked up, swallowing the turmoil in my stomach.”I wanted a bracelet. Please don’t tell me you got me a ring.”

He froze, caught off guard.

I smirked, waiting for his explanation.

How did you know?” he asked, clearly guilty.”Don’t be mad. Work kept me busy today. Someone outbid me for the bracelet you wanted. My bad. I’ll get it for my little princess another time.”

I just smiled, saying nothing. He was lying so effortlessly.

Had he grown used to it, or had he stopped loving me?

Yet he picked me up and sat me on his lap, treating me like a child.”For our anniversary, let’s go pick cherries. You mentioned the cherries were ripe.”

I nodded gently and went to change my clothes.

Then Caitlyn sent another photo of herself eating cherries, claiming they were picked by the man she loved. She was very happy.

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