Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed (Ariella)
Chapter 31

BOOK3 Chapter8

"You're talking nonsense!" Aaron rarely confronts Doris directly. He knows I care deeply for Doris and doesn't want to provoke my displeasure, so he usually avoids interacting with her.

But now, he stands up fiercely, shouting, "Mom's birthday is today! We share the same birthday! I wouldn't forget!"

Charles notices me and stands up as well. He doesn't say anything, but his face

bears a hint of expectation.

"Evelyn," he calls out, awkwardly fumbling over my name, "Happy Birthday."

I walk over, calmly pulling out my keys to unlock the gate while keeping my eyes on him. "I forgot to mention that I've changed my birthday."

After a moment, I add. "But such a trivial thing shouldn't be your concern, should

it?"

I used to love celebrating my birthday.

Samantha was an elderly lady with a special sense of ritual. Every year on my birthday, she prepared a huge spread of dishes, a beautiful cake, and at

meticulously wrapped gift.

It was just the two of us at home, but it never felt lonely.

She was in poor health and couldn't travel far. But after I went to college and couldn't celebrate my birthday at home, she would fly out to my city and celebrate with me, bringing cake to blow out the candles.

When Grandma was alive, I was never lonely.

Eight Tears Lost A Love Drydaimed

BOOK3 Chapter8

That year on my birthday, Samantha came to my city as usual.

At that time, I was pregnant with Aaron and already in my third trimester. I didn't want Samantha to worry, so I hid all my discomfort during the pregnancy from her and even lied, saying Charles was very caring. Though in reality, Charles barely looked at me. We lived under the same roof, yet

he treated me like I was invisible.

I could understand him, though.

That night between us had been a mistake from the start. I thought to myself that considering Charles was drunk, I could slip away quietly from him after finishing. As long as I didn't say anything, no one would ever know what happened. But the actual situation was that Charles spent the entire night torturing me. Just as I regained enough strength to get up, the door swung open. Lily's face came

into view.

She knew how hard I had been working, so she brought me chicken soup.

And so, everything spiraled out of control, like a runaway horse, with no turning

back.