Remarriage Failed Again Today

She kept her eyes shut.

And because they were, she couldn’t see the profound hurt in his gaze.

Leona Grant watched her for a moment, then let out a disappointed laugh and walked out.

’When heartache reaches a certain point, you become afraid to think, to see, to reflect.’

’We should both cool down for a while.’ He was afraid that if this continued, he would do something to hurt her.

He paused at the doorway. He shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Annabelle Linton, give up on your foolish fantasy. I’m not divorcing you. You are Leona Grant’s woman. That will never change. I’ll give you time to adjust. Think long and hard about what you’re going to do. If there’s a next time, I’ll make sure you learn the meaning of punishment!"

BANG—

With that, he slammed the door shut so hard it felt like the whole villa trembled.

Annabelle Linton opened her eyes, her gaze emotionless.

But deep within them, the coldness that had once shown signs of thawing froze over once more.

So cold, so very cold...

...

The two of them had fought, and just like every other time, Leona Grant didn’t come home.

Annabelle Linton didn’t seem to care. She showed no reaction, continuing to eat and drink as usual. She even started planting flowers in the small garden.

A day passed. Leona Grant didn’t come home.

Two days passed. Leona Grant didn’t come home.

...By the fifth day, he still hadn’t shown his face.

Madam King, the housekeeper who had taken care of Annabelle Linton at the old villa, had also moved to this new one. She looked at Annabelle anxiously. "Young Madam, you and the Young Master..."

Annabelle Linton was trimming the flowers with a pair of shears. When she heard Madam King’s words, her expression didn’t flicker. "Madam King, how does my pruning look? Do you see anything that needs fixing?"

Madam King understood what Annabelle meant.

She sighed and replied, her own words full of hidden meaning, "When you prune something like this, some parts need to be cut, while others don’t. Even if a branch doesn’t look pretty, that’s part of what makes it unique.

If you leave it, you might find some joy in it, or it might even surprise you. If you wait a few more years, it could grow into something even more beautiful. What it looks like now isn’t what it will be in the future."

Annabelle Linton set down the shears and crossed her arms, her gaze distant as she looked out the window.

"’And I’m supposed to make myself miserable for the sake of something so uncertain?’"

The return of a prodigal son may be priceless, but she would leave the honor of taming him to someone else. ’Forgive me, but I’m just not up to the task.’

Madam King sighed.

’The Young Madam has truly been wronged. And with the Young Master’s foul temper... ugh, she really has to put up with a lot.’

"Young Madam, you’ve been through so much. But I can truly see that the Young Master has you in his heart..."

"Ha."

Annabelle Linton just smiled without a word.

’If his so-called love was just possessiveness, she’d suggest he get a pet.’

’They were docile, obedient, and cute.’

...

「The Airport.」

Life is full of joys and sorrows, meetings and partings.

How many trials can young love truly withstand?

That’s just how people are. When fate is on your side, you can see the one you’re meant for just by looking up. But once that connection is lost, even seeing them one more time becomes a luxury.

In the end, Ryan Linton was leaving. The reason he gave was that Kiera Keane’s leg injury had relapsed and couldn’t be put off any longer; he had to take her abroad for treatment.

He was also breaking up with her, and for that, too, he had a reason: she had lied to him.

Oh.

Listening to his words, Ashley Grant was suddenly reminded of a song lyric: "Why do you need so many excuses? Just blame me for not loving enough..."

It was a bright and beautiful day.

Ashley Grant stood in the airport, dressed in a black flat-brimmed cap, sunglasses, a simple hoodie-style T-shirt, ripped jeans, and white sneakers.