Chapter 153 Letting Go of the Past Completely
Jackson's words stirred Lillian more than sweet nothings ever could. But before the sweetness in her heart could spread, it was replaced by bitterness.
Half a year ago, or even two months ago, if Jackson had treated her like this, she would have been overjoyed. But now, it was too late.
Although her heart still fluttered, she no longer wanted to turn back, nor did she have the courage to do so.
Lillian looked at Jackson she once deeply loved, her pale lips curved slightly. "No, there are no feelings left."
Her words sent a chill down Jackson's spine, and he tightened his grip on her chin. "Did you ever love me?"
Lillian felt a pang in her heart. How could she not have loved him? She hadn't even truly moved on until now.
But she remembered that after the night they had been intimate, she had stitches in her lacerations and lay in bed in need of his comfort. However, he had disappeared without a trace. When she finally reached him on the phone, she nervously and expectantly confessed her feelings. She said, "Jackson, I'm sorry. I love you."
She still remembered his cold response.
"Don't call me anymore. Don't you find it disgusting? Lillian, you went to great lengths to stay in the Frane family!" He said she disgusted him, and her love also made him feel disgusted.
After that, Lillian didn't dare to confess her feelings again.
As they got married at twenty, she told him, "Jackson, I will be the best wife. I will take care of you, accompany you, and never leave. Can you try to manage this marriage with me?"
She hid her love for him in simple words. How could the best wife not love her husband?
But he said, "Lillian, stop wasting your effort on acting. We are a contractual couple, it's good for both of us."
He handed her a contract for a fake marriage, but even so, she still stubbornly refused to give up.
Two years passed, and she exhausted all her efforts. Now, Jackson asked this question again, how would she answer? Telling the truth would only humiliate her once again.
They were getting divorced, so there was no need for it. She didn't want to entangle herself anymore. She looked at Jackson and shook her head firmly. "No, I don't love you."
She silently thought in her heart, 'That's true. One day in the future, I will not love him anymore. I can do it.'
Jackson stared at Lillian in front of him, whose clear eyes were calm, transparent, and without any emotions. He knew she was lying, completely different from her calm demeanor at the moment.
‘She had never loved me.’ Jackson's thin lips curved with a mocking smile, his face expressionless as he released his grip on Lillian's chin. He stepped back slowly and stood up. "No need to be the best. You're right, divorce is indeed our best choice."
Lillian pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly. "After the divorce, we can still be like before."
But Jackson interrupted her, his cold eyes looking down at her, "Wrong, I won't treat my ex-wife like a sibling. Lillian, stop dreaming. We can never be siblings again in this lifetime. You don't find it repulsive, but my future wife won't accept it. After the divorce, we will never have any contact until we die."
Lillian's face turned as pale in an instant, her expression froze, feeling hollow inside. After a while, she forced a smile at the corner of her lips. "Okay, I understand."
Jackson sneered. "Lillian, you better not appear in front of me again."
Lillian said, "Okay."
"Scrape together five million dollars as soon as possible, and I'll let you go," said Jackson.
"Okay."
Looking at Lillian with a cold face, who just replied with a simple "okay," Jackson felt a chill in his heart. ‘She doesn't love me. As she remains reluctantly by my side, she won’t be happy. She just wants to escape. It's meaningless to force her to stay by my side.’
With that, Jackson didn't look at Lillian again, turned around, and walked away.
After his figure disappeared at the door of the ward, Lillian fell back on the hospital bed, tears falling in an instant. She curled up, unable to restrain the trembling coursing through her entire being, a taste of blood lingering in her mouth.
He let her go.
Lillian could feel that this time he really wouldn't try to keep her anymore. It was what she had wanted in her heart, but why did she feel no sense of relief at all?
She cried for a long time. When she finally calmed down, she took her phone to contact Shirley to pick her up and then saw the photo Wendy had sent.
In the photo, Jackson was still wearing the same clothes he had left in the morning, in a private room at the club, with Wendy leaning happily in his arms.
The emotions in Lillian's eyes completely faded away. At this moment, she felt extremely fortunate. She hadn't fallen into Jackson's warmth and retention just now, and she hoped that this time, Jackson had truly let go.
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