The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

“One evening when I visited, I saw a jar of Wishing Tokens by her pillow. Grandma said a volunteer gave them to her–said a thousand folded blessings meant she’d surely recover.”

Cedrick’s voice thickened. “But Grandma never got better. Those thousand blessings… could only be a wish–but Lucille, do you understand? My world was nothing but gray back then. Carrying that weight alone…”

“That girl who shared my burden while I cared for Grandma, who lit up my gray world with Wishing Tokens–that was Maricela . I never thought I’d meet her, yet we crossed paths in college. So Lucille, whoever she might be to others… to me, she’ll always be that light.”

Lucille listened in silence, until finally, a bitter laugh escaped her.

Cedrick… are you absolutely certain that volunteer girl who folded those Wishing Tokens was Maricela?

Wishing You an Everlasting Bond

What was a teenage crush like?

It was when his empty desk made the whole classroom feel hollow, as if the world itself had turned vacant.

It was when his entrance suddenly brightened everything, the sunlight outside gleaming like gold yet paling against his radiance.

It was when her heart melted at his smile and twisted at his frown.

It was silently watching him from afar as time flowed by, yearning to sacrifice everything for him during life’s turbulent growth–yet never wanting him to know.

That year, upon discovering his grandmother Eleanor Maynard was gravely ill–the real reason behind his exhaustion–she’d rise before dawn daily. Masked, she’d rush from class at noon to deliver meals, help with washing, and tidy the hospital room, pretending to be a volunteer.

She didn’t know if paper cranes brought luck, but youth clung to hopeful rituals. Secretly, she folded a jar of them for Eleanor.

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Not a thousand, but brimming–cach crane folded over hours, every slip of paper inscribed with a hidden blessing.

While wishing Eleanor’s recovery, she also prayed for her own grandmother’s health.

Back then, she felt she and Cedrick shared too much.

Both abandoned by their parents.

Both raised solely by grandmothers.

Both clinging to pride and dignity while weathering adversity.

She even imagined them as two trees growing side by side–distant, branches never touching, yet roots forever entwined beneath the soil.

How presumptuous she’d been.

Now, she only smiled. Silent. Unwilling to explain.

Had he mentioned the paper cranes years ago, she might’ve confessed being that volunteer.

But today? Pointless.

She’d traded her leg to save him from a speeding car–yet he called it playing the victim, a scheme to trap him in marriage. So what were her paper cranes to him?

Just another ploy, like that Thanksgiving’s Pumpkin Pie?

Even if he didn’t think her vile–what then?

He didn’t love her. Five years proved it. He’d witnessed her saving him; regardless of why he married her, love never followed. Why add another layer?

Twelve years since meeting him at fifteen. If love were possible, it would’ve bloomed. Truth was, nothing she did could make him love her. Explaining further? Just another joke.

Besides, her future was clear now. Time to sever ties–with him, with the past. No more entanglements.

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