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Story: Reborn To Let Go
I did not notify anyone when I was discharged, but I did write a letter to Silas before leaving.
[Silas, by the time you read this letter, I’ll already be on a train heading east. I know you’ve always loved Juliette, so I’m making your dreams come true. Our fate together has run its course, and I wish you both happiness.
I sealed the letter in an envelope and mailed it to his address in the capital, along with the train ticket and marriage certificate.
I dragged my suitcase straight to the train station.
The air in Eastmoor was humid and warm, and I felt dazed as I stood in front of Eastmoor University.
Walking through campus, I felt a genuine sense of rebirth.
During the day, I sat in classrooms, listening intently and absorbing knowledge; at night, I worked at a small restaurant, serving tables and washing dishes until my back ached and my limbs hurt.
Even so, the exhaustion felt reassuring.
After a month, I had gradually adjusted to this hectic but rewarding lifestyle, until I saw Silas downstairs in my dormitory. “Elara! Why did you do it? Why did you include Juliette’s name on the marriage application? Why didn’t you visit the capital?
His voice was full of rage and confusion.
I stared at him coldly. “I don’t want a husband whose heart belongs to someone else. It’s disgusting and unbearable!”
He looked at me in disbelief. “How can you talk like this? You weren’t like this before.”
I turned away as waves of nausea washed over me. I didn’t want to look at him for one more second.
“Silas, I just want to study hard and start a new life. Juliette is the one you’ve always wanted, isn’t she? You should treasure each other and stop bothering me.”
He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. “What are you talking about? I’ve always treated Juliette like a sister!” I cracked a joke. “What kind of siblings embrace and steal kisses from each other?”
I once caught him stealing a kiss from Juliette while she was sleeping, and that tender expression will never leave me.
A flash of shame crossed his face, and he exploded in embarrassed anger, “Elara, stop talking nonsense! Juliette and I are completely innocent!”
“Your so-called ‘sibling affection’ disgusts me to my core. Let me go, and let yourself go too.”
His face turned ashen, and he appeared at a loss for words.
I remember when I first visited the Carringtons as a child. I was afraid to eat enough because I was afraid of becoming dependent on the generosity of others.
When my hunger became unbearable at night, I would sneak into the garden and eat the leaves. Silas had caught me once.
He shared his snacks with me and comforted me, saying, “Don’t be afraid, Elara. I’ll protect you from now on.”
That moment of warmth caused me to fall deeper and deeper. That was why I was willing to marry him in my previous life, despite the fact that Silas did not love me at first.
Silas spent the next few days lurking around campus. I deliberately avoided him, refusing to make any further contact.
However, I never expected him to approach the dean about getting me expelled.
When I was summoned to the dean’s office, Silas was sitting there, straight and formal.
Fury consumed me as I demanded, “Silas, what exactly do you want? What gives you the right to demand my expulsion?”
“I want you to come back with me.”
He stood up and approached me, reaching out to take my hand.
However, I stepped back sharply to avoid his touch.
“Go back? Go back to continue watching you and Juliette being all lovey-dovey?”
[Silas, by the time you read this letter, I’ll already be on a train heading east. I know you’ve always loved Juliette, so I’m making your dreams come true. Our fate together has run its course, and I wish you both happiness.
I sealed the letter in an envelope and mailed it to his address in the capital, along with the train ticket and marriage certificate.
I dragged my suitcase straight to the train station.
The air in Eastmoor was humid and warm, and I felt dazed as I stood in front of Eastmoor University.
Walking through campus, I felt a genuine sense of rebirth.
During the day, I sat in classrooms, listening intently and absorbing knowledge; at night, I worked at a small restaurant, serving tables and washing dishes until my back ached and my limbs hurt.
Even so, the exhaustion felt reassuring.
After a month, I had gradually adjusted to this hectic but rewarding lifestyle, until I saw Silas downstairs in my dormitory. “Elara! Why did you do it? Why did you include Juliette’s name on the marriage application? Why didn’t you visit the capital?
His voice was full of rage and confusion.
I stared at him coldly. “I don’t want a husband whose heart belongs to someone else. It’s disgusting and unbearable!”
He looked at me in disbelief. “How can you talk like this? You weren’t like this before.”
I turned away as waves of nausea washed over me. I didn’t want to look at him for one more second.
“Silas, I just want to study hard and start a new life. Juliette is the one you’ve always wanted, isn’t she? You should treasure each other and stop bothering me.”
He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. “What are you talking about? I’ve always treated Juliette like a sister!” I cracked a joke. “What kind of siblings embrace and steal kisses from each other?”
I once caught him stealing a kiss from Juliette while she was sleeping, and that tender expression will never leave me.
A flash of shame crossed his face, and he exploded in embarrassed anger, “Elara, stop talking nonsense! Juliette and I are completely innocent!”
“Your so-called ‘sibling affection’ disgusts me to my core. Let me go, and let yourself go too.”
His face turned ashen, and he appeared at a loss for words.
I remember when I first visited the Carringtons as a child. I was afraid to eat enough because I was afraid of becoming dependent on the generosity of others.
When my hunger became unbearable at night, I would sneak into the garden and eat the leaves. Silas had caught me once.
He shared his snacks with me and comforted me, saying, “Don’t be afraid, Elara. I’ll protect you from now on.”
That moment of warmth caused me to fall deeper and deeper. That was why I was willing to marry him in my previous life, despite the fact that Silas did not love me at first.
Silas spent the next few days lurking around campus. I deliberately avoided him, refusing to make any further contact.
However, I never expected him to approach the dean about getting me expelled.
When I was summoned to the dean’s office, Silas was sitting there, straight and formal.
Fury consumed me as I demanded, “Silas, what exactly do you want? What gives you the right to demand my expulsion?”
“I want you to come back with me.”
He stood up and approached me, reaching out to take my hand.
However, I stepped back sharply to avoid his touch.
“Go back? Go back to continue watching you and Juliette being all lovey-dovey?”