Chapter 59 The Homeless
Before heading to the airport, I shot Edward a quick text: [I'll be at the airport at 3:30 PM tomorrow. Can you pick me up?]
No reply, even after I boarded the plane. After being away for so long, should I even go back?
If Edward could pick me up, maybe we could grab dinner and catch up. But he either didn't get my message or just ignored it.
"Admit it, Diana. Edward doesn't love you." I said to myself.
The afternoon sun cast a soft golden glow on the airport floor. With Mia's urn in one hand and my suitcase in the other, I walked out of the terminal.
My heart was a mess of confusion and anxiety about the future. Mia's death had thrown me into deep sorrow. All I wanted was to disappear, to find some quiet corner of the world where I could grieve in peace. But reality had a way of intruding, of reminding me that I couldn't outrun my past. Fate, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor.
Just as I reached the taxi stand, ready to head back to my apartment, two guys in black appeared out of nowhere and shoved me into a van. I struggled, but they were too strong. In the chaos, my luggage and the urn were left behind.
The van's windows were tinted, making it impossible to see outside. I had no clue who these guys were or where they were taking me. At that point, I didn't care; I'd already lost everything that mattered. What was one more blow?
After about 40 minutes, the van screeched to a halt. One guy opened the door, and the other pushed me out. I looked up and saw they had brought me to the Cooper Group building. Who would do something so weird, bringing me to a place I knew so well? Then it hit me—the Cooper Group building wasn't mine anymore; it was Edward's. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, my heart pounding. When it finally reached the top floor, the doors opened slowly. Edward stood at the edge of the rooftop, his back to me, looking lonely in the sunlight.
A surge of emotion washed over me – anger, helplessness, a bittersweet pang of longing. Did I miss him? Or did I just miss the person I used to be when I was with him?
"Edward!" I shouted, my voice raw with a fear I couldn't quite place. "What are you doing?"
He turned around, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Diana, look at you now. It's pathetic. The Cooper Group was sold, and you ran off with Mia. Is this your idea of a fresh start?"
A wave of frustration surged through me. "You have no idea how complicated things were. I had my reasons; it wasn't what you think. Now that my problems are solved, I've come back to find you. I want to start over with you." Dad was gone. Mom was gone. Edward was all I had left, and I knew I had to rely on him.
"Difficulties? More like you're just a coward. Using the same tricks you pulled on Anne," Edward said with a smile that made my skin crawl. I was shaking with anger but had to keep it together, trying to look vulnerable.
I took a deep breath, fighting back tears. "Edward, you mocked me and my mom for not taking responsibility. But that day, my mom had a sudden stroke. Luckily, she was rushed to the hospital in time to save her life."
I remembered leaving Wind City. "During this time, I took her abroad to find doctors. Any glimmer of hope, I chased it! But watching Mom suffer every day, do you know how painful that was for me? I tried everything to keep her alive, but in the end, she didn't make it."
I couldn't hold back anymore and started crying. "She couldn't even come back to see the Cooper Group she and Dad built one last time. She died abroad." I squatted down, burying my head in my knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Died?" Edward looked shocked. "All I know is Albert called you a bunch of times, but you never answered. I thought you were just messing with me."
Edward snorted, "Diana, you didn't tell me your mother was sick this whole time. Don't you know who I am?"
I lowered my head, my voice barely a whisper. "Things were too chaotic then. Mia's illness was because of me. My mind was filled with her condition, just hoping to save her. I didn't want to lose you either."
Edward suddenly lost it, shouting, "Are you an idiot? I'm your husband! You didn't tell me about something this serious. In Wind City, who else could help you besides me?"
Even though he was yelling, I could hear a hint of tenderness in his voice.
Suppressing the overwhelming pain and conflict inside, I slowly said, "Edward, I know I made a lot of mistakes and hurt you, Anne, and our family. But those feelings are gone. I'm just a homeless person now, with no one to rely on but you."
My voice trembled like a candle flickering in the wind, barely holding on.
I had been so proud when I left Edward, but now I was so humble coming back. Since Mia's death, my world had collapsed. I wanted to give Mia a dignified farewell, but this sense of helplessness was eating me alive.
"Edward, please help me bury my mother. If you do, I'm willing to come back to you and live with you and Anne." Saying these words felt like my soul was being torn in two—one half despising my weakness and ignorance, the other worrying about my mother's final arrangements.
Edward walked towards me, and as I smelled his familiar scent, his broad arms gently wrapped around me.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
