Love Is Fair by Kerri
Chapter 362

Chapter 362

Chapter 362 A Letter from Her Deceased Ex-Husband (2)

I suddenly miss you a lot.

Since you left Poya, every day I’ve spent missing you. I often lose sleep at night. I clutched the hairpin Igot from you and looked at it over and over again, at the roses you carved and at the words “HaileyNewman” you engraved, so much so that I couldn’t pull my eyes away.

It’s dawn in Poya and it should be just after nightfall in Bormintam. Is it cold there? Does it rain a lot?I’ve been checking the weather in Bormintam every day, but I can’t tell what’s going. on in your mind.Are you having a good time? It should be fine. After all, I’m not around to annoy you. And with thecompany of your dear brother, I’m sure you have a wonderful time.

I wish I could go to Bormintam to see you. I attempted to book a flight several times but couldn’t flybecause I had craniotomy surgery. If I go by boat, will you be so angry that you’ll throw me into the BlueRiver?

Anyway, you’re really bad-tempered, just like a cat. You’re usually cold and indifferent, but when youget angry, you immediately blast up. Your brothers do not dare to provoke you, and I dare not. I’mafraid that you’ll scratch my face. But I know that you don’t care. You’ll only kill me. with your eyes. Onelook from you can make me collapse. I often think about what happened to me three years ago. I didn’treplace the real you under that well-behaved face. That’s how I was kept in the dark about you for threeyears. It’s all my fault. My heart was blocked.

I don’t know how I got through those three years. I just felt like I had a dream. In the dream, I fell into anabyss and was saved by an angel in white. But I remember the angel’s face so vaguely that you wereright next to me, but I was blind to you. I always felt that you were not the real you.

I didn’t wake up from this dream until the moment you left. I remember after I divorced you, I returnedfrom the hospital to Moore Mansion, and the maid told me that you had left. I opened the door of theroom and smelled the familiar scent of roses, which was left by you. Later that smell became weakerand weaker as you left. Until after it faded away, I began to panic. Because I know, you are graduallyleaving my world. I hurt you so much. You took care of me for three years, but I never treated you well.I am not worthy to be your husband.

I know that late affection is cheap and that you do not care to reunite with me. But I just can’t let yougo. So I still want to say:

I love you, I want to be with you!

I hope you will come back soon.

Your lovely,

Owen Moore

After reading this letter, Hailey Newman only felt bitterness in her mouth and could not tell what shefelt. Especially when she saw the red seal “Owen Moore” stamped on the bottom right corner above hisname, her heart was like being clenched tightly by someone’s hand. She trembled with pain and satdown on the chair with weakness in her legs.

She sat on the chair for a while. She thought, “It’ll be painful, but the quicker the better. Let me just readit all at once to see what else he has to say and what else can be said!” She opened the second letter,holding back her inner turmoil.

Dear Hailey,

I still miss you a lot.

I’ve had a lot of bad luck lately. The happiest thing is that you’ve re-friended me on WeChat! I’m reallyhappy, so happy! Every time I send you a message, waiting for your reply, it becomes the happiestmoment in the past six months. How I wish I could talk to you more. Even one more sentence canmake this happy feeling last. However, I’m afraid to say more to make you bored.

When I see your words and hear your voice, the feeling of missing you becomes even stronger. I can’twait to break through the screen and appear in front of you. I have a thousand words to say to you. ButI couldn’t fully express it on WeChat, and I couldn’t say it on the phone, so I wrote to you. Now I feelthat the ancient “flying dove mails” is a romantic thing. Furthermore, the post office should be one ofthe greatest inventions.

The last letter should have arrived at the Garden of Rose. You’re still in Bormintam, so you won’t readit. Let it be preserved a little longer because I’m not sure that you will recognize my writing at oncewhen you see it on the envelope. If you recognize it as mine, will you just tear it up and throw it in thetrash? To be honest, I have no confidence at all. Then I’ll pretend you won’t read it, so I’ll have moreguts.

These days my mind is restless. I always feel as if something is going to happen. My intuition. is notaccurate in good things, but in bad things. I’ve been like this since I was a kid. However, as long as youcan be safe and sound, everything is fine.

As for me …… when I was a child, a fortune teller predicted that I was destined to suffer a lot in my life.It is said that in the first half of my life I have to endure three sufferings. If I can. overcome them all, thesecond half of my life will be better. If I can’t, then it doesn’t matter. I don’t know what these threetribulations will be, and I have never been afraid.

But now I’m a little afraid that my short life will be spent on regret and loss of love. You have notforgiven me for what I have done. Before that, how can I die? I’m also afraid that you will meet another

man abroad. You replace him better than me, more mature than me, gentler than me, more consideratethan me, better for you thinking so, I really don’t have any advantage yet.

When will you come back? I’m really greedy. I’m no longer satisfied with messaging and calling you. Idesperately want to see you! Foreign countries are very open to sex. When I was abroad, I often sawpeople kissing in the street or making out in the alley …… I beg you, even if you do meet theunbelievably perfect man, don’t give yourself up so easily! Men want nothing more than sex. You mustbeware! You are not experienced enough, it is easy to get hurt.

What if I told you that actually nothing happened during that night we were in the hotel? Everything wasfaked by me. Would you stop hating me so much? Or would you hate me more for lying to you? Pleasecome back and tell me.

I hope you will come back soon.

Your lovely,

Owen Moore

Hailey stared at the last paragraph with wide eyes, looking at it over and over again, only to feel theveins in her brain throbbing one after another. It turned out that they did not have sex that night in thehotel. She did not molest him with the intention of alcohol. Everything was pretended by him?! Haileylooked grim and was trembling with anger. “Owen Moore, f**k!!!”