My Love for You Broke Me

looked into mine, and it was so piercing my eyes started to burn.

I still couldn't suppress the thundering emotions that would arise because of him.

These emotions all came from the pain, sadness, helplessness, and greed of the past.

I suddenly understood why everyone told me that Nicholas was the one who stayed with me for three years.

This man was both the reason for the love and the hurt within the deepest corner of my heart, even if the love had

been passed on to him from elsewhere.

Just as May said, Christopher's appearance had been a flash in the pan. He was the reason I got to know Nicholas.

Thinking of this, my fixation from nine years ago seems to waver ever-so-slightly.

I couldn't help feeling dejected as my faith crumbled.

As I lowered my gaze, I heard him say, "Renee, I don't know what happened between us as I lost my memory. It

feels very back-and-forth to not be in control. You are used to being in a position of power as the president of Felix

Corporation, so I am sure you know how I feel. I want to regain that memory, Renee. My doctor said that I need to

get in touch with people and things from the past, and you just so happen to be the most crucial person in this."

I was the president of my company, which meant that I was always at a high position. Naturally, I would understand

how important figures habitually felt the need to have everything within their control.

I then stood up and smiled indifferently. "What makes you think I will help you?"

He stood up as well the next moment. He tilted his head and looked at ripples of the river water before he said

softly in a low and magnetic voice. "I can give you love and care if that is what you want. Coincidentally, I want my

memory back. We have what each other needs. Give us a chance, Renee."

He said that he could give me love and care the way I wanted to receive them…

He had given me those before, but he didn't even last more than a few days before he went away from my life.

The next time we met again was when he insisted on sending my friend to prison. He didn't even reconsider his

decision no matter how hard I pleaded with him.

I recall how I had brought up my lost child then. "I didn't say anything when you took my child away from me two

years ago, Nicholas. I didn't even make noise when you said that I had no right to be the mother of your children

when we were in front of the doctor! Now that you have taken away my chance of becoming a mother, how about

you let May go in return?"

Nicholas at the time was extremely kind to Maria, but he was oddly cruel and cold-hearted to me. It was glaringly

obvious how pathetic I must have seemed when put to comparison like this. All in all, the only reason he had acted

that way was because he didn't love me then.

It wasn't as though I couldn't understand why he did everything he did. He didn't love me, after all.

However, I couldn't forgive and forget the fact that he was already treating me that way back when I was still his

spouse.

He had never respected me as a person, and neither had he shown respect for me as his wife.

I walked to him and as I held his hand tight, I slid my fingers between his. He looked stunned by my sudden

approach. I then raised our hands in front of my face and asked without that much of an emotion in my voice, "Why

do you think I need your love?"

Nicholas was at a loss for words.

I could get anyone to date me, but I would never go to him or Christopher.

Seeing as to how he wasn't going to reply to me, I asked again, "Were you not curious about what exactly happened

between us?"

I could feel his grip tighten then as my palm turned white from the lack of blood flow. Still, I put on a calm face and

smiled. "I fell in love with a man nine years ago. He was like my religion, and I would always follow him. However,

he left my world soon after. Fast forward to six years later, your father came to me and asked me to marry a

member of the Forger Family. As you already know, the Felixes were in such a high position we looked down upon

the whole of Bryxton. On top of that, the Forger Corporation was only a technology company that hasn't even been

around for ten years. Naturally, I rejected your father's proposal."

Nicholas pursed his lips for a moment before he asked, "And then what happened?"

It was still fresh in my memory how my heart quivered hopefully when Chairman Forger took out that photo. The

only thought I had at that time was that I had to marry the man in the photo no matter what.

So when I learned of Maria's existence, I took the initiative to look for her like how wealthy women would deal with

their husband's entanglement outside. I was willing to endure the pain and hurt by myself.

With my eyes wet, I started barking one question after another. "I thought you were him when your father showed

me your photo, and that was why I married you with no hesitation. But you? You abused me for three whole years

and killed the child in my womb! How do you think my uterine cancer came about? How do you think my body got

ruined like this?!"

His pupils abruptly dilated as he heard my accusations, and he took a step back.

But I wasn't done with him. "You forced me into sleeping with you when my body hasn't recovered from the

abortion! I couldn't bear to reject you because I thought you were Christopher. I never once rejected you! Even

though you hurt me time after time, I always forgave you unconditionally and did my best to treat you well! I was

even willing to give you my company and everything else after I learned about how much time I have left!" I

exclaimed tearfully as I covered my eyes with my hands.

I knew that the more selfless my words sounded, the more I was hurting Nicholas. Every sacrifice I had done was

because I had mistaken him for Christopher.

I didn't know why I was spouting things to hurt him intentionally, but it felt great the more I talked.

Slowly and steadily, I was returning all the heartache he had caused me before.

His voice was deep and heavy when he finally spoke again. "Does this mean that I am a thief who took what never

belonged to me?" he asked.

I released his hand and lifted my chin to look at him.

Nicholas' eyes had turned red at this point. He was probably holding back his anger after listening to my words.

After all, he was a possessive man. He could never accept the fact that he had received love that was mistakenly

given to him because of a misidentification. I gave myself a minute to think things through, and I finally told him

truthfully, "Yes. You were never the man I was in love with."