Love Is Regret, It's Also You

When my life almost came to the end,

the first thing I did was to hand over the divorce agreement to my husband who didn't like me.

The second thing was to go back to my hometown and wait for death.

Unexpectedly, not long after I returned home,

the developer in the town came to the nail households who were unwilling to move one by one.

And my nominal husband was the developer here.

When he saw me, he shouted at me to go back without saying a word.

But this was my last way out.

I said with a brave face, "Can you let me stay for a while longer? I will leave soon."

"I would never appear in front of you again."

...

I didn't know if it was because I hadn't been back for a long time.

I was a little unaccustomed to the weather in the small town.

I occasionally caught a cold and had a fever.

Maybe it was because I was approaching the end of my life, I had developed a fear of hospitals.

I dared not go to the hospital for a checkup, so I bought some feverreducing medicine from the pharmacy outside.

My headache was severe at the moment, and I was tossing and turning in bed.

I struggled to sit up.

It felt like something was about to come out of my chest.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth and cough violently.

My chest kept vibrating.

It hurt so much that I could hardly breathe.

Waiting until I calmed down,

I tremblingly came to the bathroom.

My whole palm was soaked in blood, and the air was filled with a strong sweet and bloody smell.

I washed my hands and leaned on the washbasin, looking at myself in the mirror.

The scattered long hair stuck to my face in a mess.

But my face was pale without any color of blood.

After the dizziness faded away, I started to clean the blood stains on my body.

Fortunately, there was only me at home, so no one would see me in this miserable state.

But if Matt saw me like this...

He should think that I was trying to attract his attention again.

I smiled helplessly and coughed even harder.

Because of the fever, the coughing affected my ears buzzing.

After a while, I finally recovered.

I went to get some water and took painkillers.

Anyway, I still needed to sleep.

Just when I was half asleep, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

I struggled to sit up, gasping for breath and picked up the phone.

When I saw the name flashing on the screen,

I was stunned.

My heart started to feel conflicted.

It was from Matt.

Should I answer or not?

Considering the time, he should have returned from his business trip by now.

Then he should have seen the divorce agreement that I placed conspicuously on the coffee table.

Maybe he called

just for this matter.

I hesitated for a moment and answered the phone.

Without waiting for me to speak, his cold voice came through the phone.

He said, "I have some urgent matters to attend to, so I will be back a few days later."

Just a simple sentence, without any emotions,

it was like casually mentioning the itinerary or reporting official business.

I pinched my fingertips and muttered.

A complex emotion surged up in my heart.

It turned out that he hadn't seen the divorce agreement yet.

Matt didn't talk to me that much.

After saying this, he hung up the phone directly.

He always treated me in a businesslike manner,

because he liked someone else.

Matt had a girlfriend for four years before marrying me.

I heard it from someone.

He prepared for a whole year to propose to her.

But my appearance disrupted all his plans.

I still remembered the first time I saw him.

At that time, I had just experienced a severe earthquake.

That sudden earthquake took away all my family members,

my parents and grandparents.

But I survived, covered in bruises and dirt.

The only valuable thing on me

was the token my grandfather gave me before he passed away.

He said that as long as I find Matt's grandfather, I would receive help from him.

I listened to his words and found him.

I wanted to ask for a meal.

But when he knew that my family all died in the earthquake,

feeling sorry for me, he didn't trust others to take care of me,

insisting on letting Matt marry me and taking responsibility for my remaining years.

After Matt knew about this, he was furious and angrily scolded me, "Can this country girl match me? You are really confused and can't judge people!"

But in the end, he still married me.

And as promised by his grandfather, he fulfilled the responsibilities of a husband.

He would report on business trips and bring me gifts when he came back.

But he had never been kind to me.

I knew, he still hadn't let go of that woman in his heart.

So, I wanted to help them be together.

I didn't have much time left. There was no need for me to hold onto him.

But he would never know in his lifetime.

We knew each other a long time ago.

He said he wanted to marry me.

The next day, I woke up in a daze.

My neighbor Annie came knocking on the door.

When she saw me, she handed me the dim sum she made herself.

They were wrapped in bamboo leaves, faintly emitting a natural fragrance.

She smiled and said, "These are local specialty in my hometown and I made them myself. If you don't mind, please try some."

I haven't met such an enthusiastic person for a long time.

I took it with surprise.

"Thank you so much, Annie."

Annie shook her head and said with a worried expression, "This is nothing. Anyway, this place is going to be developed. The bamboo forest in the back mountain will also be turned into a park. It's a waste to leave the bamboo there."

The house I lived in belonged to my grandfather.

I hadn't come back since they left.

I didn't know that this place was going to be developed.

"Really? When did this happen?"

'"t the beginning of the year, people came to investigate on site. I heard that there would be people coming to talk to those who didn't want to move. You are alone at home, so you must be careful about your safety."

I felt a wave of disappointment in my heart.

I thought this would be my last way out.

I didn't expect it to be cut off so quickly.

Maybe even God thought I should die in that earthquake.

I remember what Annie said and closed the gate after the sun went down,

afraid that someone would break in.

After all, the developers on TV were quite fierce.

I couldn't deal with it alone.

I was sick and couldn't eat much.

I ate a few bites and I was full.

I simply lay on the old armchair left by my grandmother and took a rest.

But at this moment,

there was suddenly a series of uneven knocking sounds outside the door.

Judging from the sound, there was more than one person knocking on the door.

I was a little scared, so I tightened my coat.

I cautiously opened a small gap.

Thinking that if the person who came was fierce and evil, I would call the police.

But when I saw the person standing at the door, I was stunned.

Matt also saw me, and his calm face instantly turned gloomy, "What are you doing here?"

His words were not a question, but an accusation.

I tightly held the hem of my clothes and murmured, "This is my grandfather's house."

He seemed to think I was talking nonsense.

His face showed some displeasure.

"I mean, why aren't you staying at home? What are you doing here?"

From his tone, he knew this was my grandfather's house.

I paused and looked at him, "And what about you? What are you doing here?"

There were many people behind him, all peering at me.

Matt frowned and waved his hand slightly.

The leader instantly understood his meaning and left with the group.

Matt walked in.

His deep gaze fell on me, with visible indifference.

He looked around again and said indifferently, "Vanessa, your return cannot change the fact that this place needs to be renovated. Only by renovating here can the town have the possibility of further development."

I was stunned and nodded.

"I don't mean to stop you. I just...

"Then go back. Don't stay here anymore."

He didn't want to say anything more to me.

After saying that, he wanted to leave.

But I still wanted to ask if he could wait a little longer.

I instinctively reached out my hand, wanting to stop him, but I heard a cheerful and crisp voice coming from the door.

"Matt, there are beautiful black roses here. Can I pick them?"

With the sound, a beautiful woman broke into sight.

Rose, wearing a delicate dress, had bright eyes and white teeth. When she smiled, there were shallow dimples on both sides of her cheeks.

Just at a glance, I could tell.

She was Matt's exgirlfriend that he couldn't let go of, and also his secretary at this point.

Rose saw me, and the smile on her face instantly faded, with a hint of disdain in her bright eyes.

She smiled, but not sincerely, "Vanessa, I didn't expect to see you here. What a coincidence."

Matt and I had been married for three years.

This time, it was our first meeting.

In the past, I always heard her name from others.

Even her photos were accidentally seen on Matt's phone.

But I had to admit she was really beautiful.

She also had the cheerfulness and confidence that I didn't have.

I smiled faintly.

I didn't say anything.

Matt glanced at me and walked towards her. Every move was a tenderness that I had never seen before. "Rose, pick some if you like. I will tell the owner of the flowers later. Be careful not to get pricked."

His voice was gentle to her.

completely different from that to me.

This was the attitude one should have towards someone they liked.

But I couldn't ask for it.

I looked at Rose enviously, but didn't notice the occasional glances from Matt.

Rose smiled happily at his words, "I know. I'm not a child anymore.'

Her gaze swept over me, raising her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of provocation.

She pretended to be generous and said, "You should talk to Vanessa. I'll wait for you outside."

Matt nodded slightly.

After she left, the tenderness on his face disappeared as well.

Instead,

he had that cold and frosty attitude again.

"I will stay here for a while, and you better go back tomorrow."

That was not my home.

The Charles family, except for Matt's recently deceased grandfather, no one liked me.

This was my only way out.

And the only place I could stay.

I looked at him and said with a stiff face, "Can you let me stay for a while longer? I will leave soon."

"Vanessa!" His tone became heavier, as if he was very dissatisfied with my excuse. "There are people at home taking care of you every step of the way. What are you unhappy about? Why do you have to suffer here?"

As he said this, my breath slightly paused.

This place never made me feel miserable.

For me, this place was an escape route, a haven.

"I...I'm not..."

Before I could finish my sentence, a strong sweet and fishy taste surged up from my throat.

I couldn't help but cough heavily.

My chest vibrated with the coughing action.

The pain made even my ribs aching.

I covered my mouth with a scarf,

afraid that he would see the blood coughed up.

I coughed severely.

My already pale face lost its color, and my legs started to weaken.

Matt frowned and took a step back.

He moved his hand slightly.

I couldn't help but tremble.

He quickly withdrew it again.

Matt's gaze was like a sharp knife, piercing my eyes fiercely.

But I didn't notice the struggle on his face.

I escaped and returned home.

I hurriedly ran to the bathroom,

and then carefully took off the scarf stained with blood.

When I finished cleaning up, I went out again.

There was no one outside the door.

It was as if no one had been there just now.

Everything felt like a dream.

"Can I marry Vanessa when I grow up?"

Tenyearold Matt was mature beyond his age.

When he asked this question, he looked particularly serious.

I timidly hid behind my grandfather and looked at the boy in front of me who said he wanted to marry me.

The adults around me were all amused by his words.

Matt's grandfather also smiled and said, "You should ask Vanessa if she is willing to marry you, instead of asking me."

Matt was stunned, and his originally serious little face instantly turned shy.

His cheeks blushed slightly, and he walked up to me. In his clear eyes, there was a reflection of me. He said, "Vanessa, will you marry me in the future? I will treat you well."

I looked at the two grandfathers who were laughing at us and shyly nodded.

Immediately, he took off the amulet he had been wearing since birth and gave it to me.

He said that was the betrothal gift.

That was a token between us.

The token I took to the Charles family two years ago was the amulet.

It had been with me for thirteen years. Bringing it back to the Charles family was also a return to its original owner.

There was a funeral home in the town, and the people inside were responsible for collecting corpses after death.

However, the grave site needed to be chosen by oneself.

On the first day I came back, I went to find a grave site.

That piece of land was right next to my parents.

But when I woke up,

the cemetery manager suddenly called me.

He said, "Ms. Hill, there's something wrong with the grave you booked.

The graveyard has been designated as the construction site for the amusement park, and we need to relocate the graves. We've found out that your family members' graves are also here. Do you have time to come over?"

I was stunned when I heard this.

I chose this place originally because of its good location.

It was also closer to my parents'.

I spent a lot of money to buy it.

"Why should I suddenly need to relocate the graves?"

The management staff wouldn't make such jokes with me over the phone.

After thinking about it, I decided to go and see for myself.

But when I arrived at the cemetery, I was dumbfounded.

In front of me was a man in a suit, with a gloomy face.

It was Matt.

For some reason, I felt a little guilty

and took a step back.

"Ms. Hill, you finally came. This is Mr. Charles, the person in charge of the future amusement park. If you have any problem, you can talk with him on the spot."

I choked and nodded.

Seeing me, Matt frowned. "Vanessa, what are you doing here?"

"I'm not making trouble. I just..."

I was not sure if I should explain the situation to him.

I hesitated.

If he knew I was dying, would he be happy?

Matt interrupted me impatiently and said, "Stop messing around. I will find a new place for your parents' graves. As for the one you bought, just return it."

His words carried an attitude that brooked no interference. This was not a discussion with me at all.

I became anxious and quickly interrupted, "If I return this place, where should I bury my body if I die? Will they just throw me into the sea?"

I didn't know how I offended him, but his face turned ugly.

"Vanessa! You..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

I suddenly started coughing and quickly covered my mouth with a scarf.

However, some blood stains still seeped through the scarf, staining it crimson.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped my vision, and my consciousness became muddled.

When I fell down,

I seemed to see the worry in Matt's eyes.

He quickly ran towards me,

holding my hand, trembling.

He anxiously called my name.

But soon, I couldn't hear anymore.