Chapter 48 He Still Loves Violet
Lassie's expression turned cold. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Have you and Albert been fighting?"
Yvette remained silent, simply turning her head away.
"You've just gotten married, and you're already pregnant. Why are you getting a divorce?" Lassie's eyes were filled with disapproval towards Yvette. "Don't bring up divorce at the first sign of an argument. If he takes it seriously, what will you do? You're pregnant now. Are you planning to raise this child on your own? Moreover, you're at home nurturing the pregnancy, seeing him rarely, so why pick fights? You should be wiser about this. Despite his coldness, he's wealthy and powerful. What will you do if you leave him? By then, you won't just be married, but you'll also have a child."
Lassie's words sounded rational, but in reality, she had been demeaning Yvette all along. Yvette didn't want to hear anymore, so she turned around, ready to head back to the room.
"You've seen that the person he truly loves isn't me. We got married in the first place because I was pregnant. Do you expect me to stay with him for a lifetime?"
Yvette's words infuriated Lassie, prompting her to leave.
Closing the door behind her, Yvette leaned against it, gradually calming herself down.
Why did she say those words to Lassie?
Yvette lowered her head, gradually coming back to her senses. The words she spoke to Lassie were a reflection of her inner thoughts.
This relationship was one she had pursued actively. Should she demand that Albert be with her for a lifetime?
Despite an ordinary day, Albert felt an odd exhaustion, a weariness surpassing that of his most strenuous flying missions.
After taking a shower, he lay alone in bed.
Moonlight filtered into the bedroom through the window. In the dimly lit room, furnishings seemed to be veiled in a blurry filter, blending with the warm air permeated by a dim silence.
Closing his eyes, Albert still couldn't find peace within himself.
Intermittently, fragments of pleasant memories floated through his mind.
It felt like a summer. In these fragmented memories of Albert, there were villages, wheat fields, summer night skies, fireflies glowing in mid-air, and a girl in a T-shirt and shorts, laughing to reveal her gum when she smiled.
After the accident at the age of 14, all of Albert's memories before that moment had shattered. With the fragmentation of his family, he became lonely and eccentric, unable to establish trust with anyone.
It wasn't until he reunited with Violet, who wore a firefly-patterned necklace like the girl in his memory shards that the sporadic memories of the girl in his mind took on a true form.
Compared to the girl in his memories, Violet had changed a lot from high school, but her sunny and innocent nature remained constant. Although Violet could be nitpicky at times, Albert still felt drawn to her.
Throughout their ten years together, Albert had always been tolerant and accommodating towards her. The brave and decisive Albert was most afraid of seeing Violet cry.
In the end, they still parted ways. Violet left Albert in tears, and this time, Albert didn't chase after her.
Perhaps because they were too young, they were both stubborn. They tested each other to see if they would compromise for themselves again. Eventually, as time passed day by day, they moved from their initial stubbornness to having to accept reality.
They completely exited each other's lives.
It was at this point that Yvette appeared in Albert's life.
Her presence made Albert realize that there were girls like her in the world.
Yvette restrained her laughter. She was undeniably beautiful when she smiled, but there was always a falseness to her smiles, tinged with appeasement and a subtle sorrow. Unlike Violet, who would burst into laughter, revealing her gums, Yvette seemed to have experienced family upheaval, making her cautious in all her actions.
As a result, Yvette was easy to get along with. She wouldn't nitpick over anything, and she would even reluctantly accept things she didn't like.
They were compatible in bed, and Yvette always let him take what he wanted without clinging to him for promises afterward or repeatedly asking if he loved her.
Yvette's presence healed the emotional wounds he suffered from losing Violet.
But she was still not Violet.
Even though he didn't love her, and their marriage was only due to bad luck, having a child, why did his chest feel so heavy upon hearing that she wanted to leave?
Was it his masculine pride at play? If she doesn't love him, wouldn't that be better for him?
When Yvette was on duty, she was given the urgent task of handling a passenger's sudden illness on the plane.
By the time she rushed there, the passenger had already regained consciousness, and their family decided to seek medical help on their own.
Due to her hurried rush, Yvette broke out in a sweat, feeling sticky on her forehead and neck due to the sweat.
Therefore, Yvette went to the bathroom to wash her face.
As Yvette stepped out of the restroom, she hadn't taken more than a few steps when she heard two familiar voices coming from the nearby emergency exit.
Yvette instinctively turned to look. Sure enough, she saw two people, Victor and Violet, talking with their backs to her.
The tall man was Victor, and the slightly shorter woman was Violet. They were both dressed in uniforms, likely having just finished their flight.
"Violet, don't do this. This isn't like you," Victor said in a gentle and concerned tone.
"No, don't praise me like that. I have always been this way. For Albert, I can be the worst and most despicable woman in the world."
"So what? Will it help?"
"Yvette has agreed to step aside, so why can't I fight for my love? Albert was mine to begin with, and Yvette took him away, right?" There was a hint of choking in Violet's voice. "What's the difference between losing Albert and being dead? I don't care if he thinks I'm shameless or unable to let go. I've told him to come back to me."
After hearing Violet's words, Victor walked back and forth with his head down. He wanted to reprimand her but couldn't find the words, so he eventually just asked, "What did Albert say? Did he agree?"
Yvette knew eavesdropping was wrong, but upon hearing Victor's question, she couldn't help but feel nervous. She held her breath, bent over, and didn't move a step.
Trembling, Violet replied, "He didn't answer me. He just told me to go home and rest."
Raising his voice, Victor questioned, "Why are you doing this? Albert is not the kind of person to pity you just because you grovel."
"No!" Violet clutched Victor's sleeve. "I looked into his eyes the whole time. I could see that he still had feelings for me. When I asked him to come back, there was a clear look of surprise in his eyes. We've been together for so long, so I can't be mistaken. Albert still loves me; I can feel it."
Though choked up, Violet's tone was as firm as a flame, consuming the last shreds of Yvette's hope.
Yvette had noticed Albert's affectionate gaze, which seemed to be reserved exclusively for Violet, and only when it concerned Violet.
