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Story: Reborn To Let Go
His face stiffened, then he exploded in embarrassment, “Elara, stop talking nonsense. We are husband and wife, after all. What’s the point of you running off to Eastmoor like this, making us live apart indefinitely?”
I was almost amused by his brazenness.
“Silas, Juliette is your wife! Her name is on the marriage certificate, and she’s the one you love!”
His face became enraged as he gritted his teeth and said, “That was a mistake! Mistakes should be corrected!”
“You misunderstood me because of my past behaviour. “I won’t act like that anymore.”
My heart sank; those familiar words… He’d said the same thing in my previous life, but he still turned around and continued intimately with Juliette.
I turned to the dean and said earnestly, “Mr. Holloway, I truly want to continue my studies here. Please do not make me withdraw.”
Peter Holloway looked at me, then at Silas, paused for a moment before saying, “Mr. Carrington, you are unable to process Elara’s withdrawal because you have no relationship with her.
I finally sighed in relief.
Silas wanted to say more, but Peter interrupted him. “Mr. Carrington, if there is nothing else, please leave. “I have work to do.”
Silas continued to haunt me like a persistent ghost in the days that followed; his harassment was unbearable and had a negative impact on my study efficiency, and Juliette had also arrived.
“Silas, let us go back and get divorced! I do not want this. I do not want to steal my sister’s husband. “I-I am a terrible person…”
She sobbed uncontrollably, tugging at Silas’ sleeve, and Silas held her tenderly in his arms, gently patting her back. “Juliette, sweetheart, don’t cry. This is not your fault. We’ll go back now. It’s my fault that you’re suffering…”
Juliette sobbed and knelt in front of me. “Elara, I apologise. Please do not get angry with Silas. I know you misunderstood my relationship with him.
“Do not kneel. It’s my fault for causing you to suffer. We’ll go back right now.
He glared at me, as if accusing me of being ‘unreasonable’.
As more students gathered around, pointing and whispering, I could no longer bear to watch this farce and turned away.
Let them perform if they want; I will not be their audience.
Juliette was quite capable, as Silas had stopped coming that day.
I threw myself into my studies, joined the school’s maths club, and met Marcus Sandwood, who was tall and lean with black-rimmed glasses and a bright smile.
He was an excellent mathematician who frequently tutored me, and we grew close over time.
Just when I thought my life was getting back on track, Silas’ letters arrived one after the other, persistent and relentless.
[Elara, are you still angry with me? I know I was wrong; please come back.]
[Elara, Juliette is pregnant, and the child is mine. I know this is difficult for you to accept, but please believe me; you are the only one I love!]
[Elara, surely there is a limit to sulking; what must I do for you to forgive me?]
I tore his letters to shreds and threw them in the trash. I had no idea what gave him the audacity to think I would change my mind; it was most likely just thick skin.
As I cleared tables in the restaurant where I worked part-time, I noticed Marcus sitting in a corner booth. The air was thick with cooking fumes.
I was almost amused by his brazenness.
“Silas, Juliette is your wife! Her name is on the marriage certificate, and she’s the one you love!”
His face became enraged as he gritted his teeth and said, “That was a mistake! Mistakes should be corrected!”
“You misunderstood me because of my past behaviour. “I won’t act like that anymore.”
My heart sank; those familiar words… He’d said the same thing in my previous life, but he still turned around and continued intimately with Juliette.
I turned to the dean and said earnestly, “Mr. Holloway, I truly want to continue my studies here. Please do not make me withdraw.”
Peter Holloway looked at me, then at Silas, paused for a moment before saying, “Mr. Carrington, you are unable to process Elara’s withdrawal because you have no relationship with her.
I finally sighed in relief.
Silas wanted to say more, but Peter interrupted him. “Mr. Carrington, if there is nothing else, please leave. “I have work to do.”
Silas continued to haunt me like a persistent ghost in the days that followed; his harassment was unbearable and had a negative impact on my study efficiency, and Juliette had also arrived.
“Silas, let us go back and get divorced! I do not want this. I do not want to steal my sister’s husband. “I-I am a terrible person…”
She sobbed uncontrollably, tugging at Silas’ sleeve, and Silas held her tenderly in his arms, gently patting her back. “Juliette, sweetheart, don’t cry. This is not your fault. We’ll go back now. It’s my fault that you’re suffering…”
Juliette sobbed and knelt in front of me. “Elara, I apologise. Please do not get angry with Silas. I know you misunderstood my relationship with him.
“Do not kneel. It’s my fault for causing you to suffer. We’ll go back right now.
He glared at me, as if accusing me of being ‘unreasonable’.
As more students gathered around, pointing and whispering, I could no longer bear to watch this farce and turned away.
Let them perform if they want; I will not be their audience.
Juliette was quite capable, as Silas had stopped coming that day.
I threw myself into my studies, joined the school’s maths club, and met Marcus Sandwood, who was tall and lean with black-rimmed glasses and a bright smile.
He was an excellent mathematician who frequently tutored me, and we grew close over time.
Just when I thought my life was getting back on track, Silas’ letters arrived one after the other, persistent and relentless.
[Elara, are you still angry with me? I know I was wrong; please come back.]
[Elara, Juliette is pregnant, and the child is mine. I know this is difficult for you to accept, but please believe me; you are the only one I love!]
[Elara, surely there is a limit to sulking; what must I do for you to forgive me?]
I tore his letters to shreds and threw them in the trash. I had no idea what gave him the audacity to think I would change my mind; it was most likely just thick skin.
As I cleared tables in the restaurant where I worked part-time, I noticed Marcus sitting in a corner booth. The air was thick with cooking fumes.