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Story: Reborn To Let Go
Back in my room, I took Marcus’s Christmas gift from my luggage, a red cashmere scarf, wrapped it around my neck, and looked in the mirror, unconsciously smiling.
That evening, there was a knock on my door, and I opened it to find Silas standing outside, looking haggard and anxious. “Elara, we need to talk.”
I stepped aside to let him in; he rubbed his hands together and mustered the courage to say, “Elara, you’re the wife I’ve always desired. I have been waiting for you.
“Juliette’s temper is getting worse and worse, and she spends money recklessly. I…”
I couldn’t help but laugh, mockingly. “Waiting for me? Silas, do you really believe what you’re saying?
“Are you waiting for me while you get Juliette pregnant with your child?” What are you taking me for?”
His face flushed red, and his eyes were filled with panic. “Elara, let me explain…”
I interrupted him and said, “There’s nothing to explain. You and Juliette already have a child, so what else is there to say? I hope you both have a long and happy marriage. “May you be blessed with numerous children.”
He remained silent for a few seconds, as if remembering something.
“I’ve been having dreams that you’re the one I marry. You were gentle and virtuous, staying at home to care for my parents.
He paused, his tone tinged with pain: “But in the dream, all I saw was Juliette. I neglected and harmed you… I was a terrible person. “I even forced you to divorce me and give up our son.”
I was astounded to discover that he was dreaming about our previous lives.
He covered his face in anguish, “I wronged you so badly, and now I want to make amends.”
My voice became ice-cold as I said, “If you truly want to make amends, live well with Juliette and stop bothering me.” That is the best option for both of us sisters.”
Silas’ eyes dimmed, his voice tinged with reluctance. “But I always feel like you’re the one who should be my wife.”
My patience finally ran out, and I issued a direct dismissal: “Silas, you must leave. These aren’t the words you should be using, and this isn’t the location you should be visiting.”
He rose dejectedly and walked out of my room with heavy steps, and as I watched him leave, I felt no ripple in my heart.
In both lives, he had always been torn between two women, greedily wanting to own everything.
I began to believe that since Silas and Juliette were already living here, there was no reason for me to stay; the Carringtons’ house had never truly been my home.
The next morning, I packed my belongings and knocked on Evelyn’s door. I pressed a bank card into her hands and said calmly, “Evelyn, thank you for looking after me all these years. The money on this card is what I’ve saved over the years; consider it repayment for raising me.”
Evelyn froze for a moment, attempting to refuse: “Elara, this won’t do…”
“Take it.” I picked up my luggage and said flatly, “I have things to do at school. “I’m leaving now.”
With that, I left the house without looking back, feeling no attachment at all.
That evening, there was a knock on my door, and I opened it to find Silas standing outside, looking haggard and anxious. “Elara, we need to talk.”
I stepped aside to let him in; he rubbed his hands together and mustered the courage to say, “Elara, you’re the wife I’ve always desired. I have been waiting for you.
“Juliette’s temper is getting worse and worse, and she spends money recklessly. I…”
I couldn’t help but laugh, mockingly. “Waiting for me? Silas, do you really believe what you’re saying?
“Are you waiting for me while you get Juliette pregnant with your child?” What are you taking me for?”
His face flushed red, and his eyes were filled with panic. “Elara, let me explain…”
I interrupted him and said, “There’s nothing to explain. You and Juliette already have a child, so what else is there to say? I hope you both have a long and happy marriage. “May you be blessed with numerous children.”
He remained silent for a few seconds, as if remembering something.
“I’ve been having dreams that you’re the one I marry. You were gentle and virtuous, staying at home to care for my parents.
He paused, his tone tinged with pain: “But in the dream, all I saw was Juliette. I neglected and harmed you… I was a terrible person. “I even forced you to divorce me and give up our son.”
I was astounded to discover that he was dreaming about our previous lives.
He covered his face in anguish, “I wronged you so badly, and now I want to make amends.”
My voice became ice-cold as I said, “If you truly want to make amends, live well with Juliette and stop bothering me.” That is the best option for both of us sisters.”
Silas’ eyes dimmed, his voice tinged with reluctance. “But I always feel like you’re the one who should be my wife.”
My patience finally ran out, and I issued a direct dismissal: “Silas, you must leave. These aren’t the words you should be using, and this isn’t the location you should be visiting.”
He rose dejectedly and walked out of my room with heavy steps, and as I watched him leave, I felt no ripple in my heart.
In both lives, he had always been torn between two women, greedily wanting to own everything.
I began to believe that since Silas and Juliette were already living here, there was no reason for me to stay; the Carringtons’ house had never truly been my home.
The next morning, I packed my belongings and knocked on Evelyn’s door. I pressed a bank card into her hands and said calmly, “Evelyn, thank you for looking after me all these years. The money on this card is what I’ve saved over the years; consider it repayment for raising me.”
Evelyn froze for a moment, attempting to refuse: “Elara, this won’t do…”
“Take it.” I picked up my luggage and said flatly, “I have things to do at school. “I’m leaving now.”
With that, I left the house without looking back, feeling no attachment at all.