Chapter 530 You Broke Your Promise
Because we couldn't let go of that issue.
After that, I went back almost every day.
We could still do things like before, like making a lavish dinner together, or tending to the garden in the yard after eating. I even thought about getting a dog or a cat, so she wouldn't be too lonely or scared when I wasn't home.
But no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't go back to the way things were.
She rarely smiled anymore. Even when I tried my best to make her laugh, she would only give a dignified twitch of her lips, her eyes filled with indifference.
I didn't know what had happened to her. No matter how much I asked, she wouldn't say.
I hired someone to investigate, but they found nothing. Those people had anticipated my investigation and had destroyed all the evidence.
Later, I realized she was waiting for a chance to give up all hope and leave.
A month later, my mom joyfully told me that Maeve was pregnant, and the child was mine.
It felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over my head, and I trembled with fear.
Because I knew that Mia and I had reached the point of no return.
My mom wouldn't allow Mia's presence to affect the union between the Davis Family and the Harrington family.
I ran home like a madman, hugged Mia who was cooking, and pressed her onto the bed, kissing her desperately, wanting to make love to her.
I thought that if Mia and I also had a child, it would be a Davis Family child too. Maybe my mom would allow me to be with Mia for the sake of the child.
But I found that Mia was crying.
So, I stopped.
I was so dirty, I couldn't dirty her any further.
I lay on the bed, gasping in despair, while she composed herself and went back to the kitchen to cook dinner.
Those days, I lived in constant fear.
I was afraid of seeing Mia's calls, and even more afraid that bad people would harm her.
Like a sudden car accident, or a flowerpot falling from the sky.
I hired four bodyguards at a high salary to protect her at all times, not wanting her to be harmed in any way.
I stopped going back to our home.
Because I understood that every time I went back, I brought more danger to Mia.
Three months passed in a blur, and I was like a lost dog.
One day, while I was in a meeting at the company, I suddenly received a call from my mom.
She told me to go to Mia's company because Mia had hit Maeve, endangering the child in Maeve's womb.
As soon as I hung up my mom's call, I received a call from the Harrington family. They said their daughter Maeve was almost miscarried, and if I couldn't handle it properly, they would.
It was a warning.
I angrily pounded my head, saying, "Benjamin, you can't even protect Mia. You're so useless. Why don't you just die?"
Later, I still went to Mia's company.
The lobby on the first floor was open, surrounded by a crowd, and my Mia stood helplessly to the side.
Even in the face of Maeve and her mother's angry scolding, Mia stood tall, her gaze firm and stubborn.
Mia's face was pale, her hands tightly clenched, looking both frail and helpless.
When Mia saw me, her eyes lit up for a moment, and the grievance surged up. She slightly parted her lips, as if wanting to say something.
I clenched my palm hard, barely resisting the urge to run over and hug Mia.
God knows how much I wanted to hold Mia, stroke her hair, and tell her not to be afraid. "Mia, don't be afraid. I'm here. I will always protect you and not let anyone hurt you."
But I no longer had that right.
My dad's threats still echoed in my ears, and Maeve and her mother's hints for me to choose were so obvious.
Every look they gave Mia was like a knife.
If I did anything wrong or said a wrong word, those knives would fall on Mia, cutting her to pieces.
Then, I would be in unbearable pain.
I'm sorry, Mia. I'm useless. I can't help you.
But Mia, you have to be strong. You must get through this.
Benjamin was a useless person, not worth your sadness.
Maeve's mother slapped Mia, calling her a slut, a homewrecker who seduced other people's boyfriends, shameless.
Mia stood stiffly, her eyes full of humiliation. Her lips trembled, and the hope in her eyes shattered.
I endured the heartache and carried Maeve away.
Countless times afterward, I regretted why I carried Maeve instead of choosing to hold Mia. Mia was the one I loved. How could I leave her to face all that alone?
I thought I was protecting Mia, but to her, it was just another form of harm!
I actually hated Maeve, but she was carrying my child. No matter how much I hated her, I couldn't ignore her.
I carried Maeve away. As I passed the glass wall, I saw in the reflection that Mia stood there, devastated, being pointed at by others.
Mia didn't look at me again, not even once.
I knew that Mia and I were over.
But I didn't want to end things with Mia like this.
Five years, I loved Mia so much. She was my life. How could a person be separated from their life?
I decided that after sending Maeve back, I would run back to find Mia.
I would apologize to Mia and beg for her forgiveness.
If Mia was unwilling, I would even kneel if I had to.
But for the next two and a half months, I couldn't go back to find her.
After sending Maeve to the hospital, my mom tricked me into drinking a glass of water, and then I passed out.
When I woke up, I found myself trapped in an unfamiliar room.
There were no communication devices, but the room was stocked with enough food and water.
I tried everything to escape.
I wanted to find Mia and apologize.
But I even studied the ventilation and drainage systems. The house was like an impenetrable cage, and I was a trapped beast, unable to get out no matter what.
I regretted it.
Why did I accept my parents' threats? Why didn't I pursue those responsible after being set up?
Why didn't I stand behind Mia when she was wronged and tell her, "Don't be afraid, Mia. I'm here."
I went crazy trying to break out of the house. My fists were bloody, and the pain was so intense I almost fainted.
But the worst pain was in my heart, relentless day and night, growing more terrifying with each passing day.
I knew I would eventually get out of there.
But I was scared.
I was so afraid that when I got out and returned to our home, she wouldn't be there.
In countless dreams, she stood sadly at the edge of a cliff, tears in her eyes, shaking her head in disappointment. She said, "Benjamin, you broke your promise. I won't forgive you."
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