My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

'Title: Renee's Nine Years.'

I went through all the details of my relatively unpleasant nine years before I grabbed a pen and beganto write on a piece of paper.

'I'm Renee, the CEO of Felix Corporation. The Felix Family is a well-known family in Bryxton, and wehave always conducted our business in a moral and principled manner. The Felix Family has neverdone any harm to any parties—I can vouch for that. I don't think I need to say much about the FelixFamily as I believe most of you know about us.

Whatever that's trending on the Internet now is my personal issue. This may not seem related to theFelix Family, but the reputation of the family has been affected since this matter has gotten out of hand.So, I would like to clarify myself now.

Nine years ago, my parents were involved in a plane crash, and their bodies were never found. I wasthe only one left in the Felix Family at the young age of 14—I was still physically and emotionallyimmature at that point. Back then, I fell into an endless pit of sadness and helplessness. I was asensitive, weak, and lonely child until I met Christopher. Nine years ago, I had no idea who Christopherwas, and I never could have expected him to grow up and turn into an internationally-celebratedmusician. Of course, none of this matters—what matters is that I was once deeply in love with him.

That year, I followed behind him every single day as I was afraid that he would disappear right in frontof my eyes. Back then, he would use his gentle tone to call me his 'little girl', and he would play thepiano for me. I watched over him cautiously, yet he eventually disappeared from my life. I didn't even

know his name. I spent the next six years seeking him to no avail.

The search went on until the Forger Family's CEO brought Nicholas' picture over for an arrangedmarriage with the Felix Family. When I saw the familiar face in the picture, I felt my heart pounding. Iwas filled with hope. That was the man that I had been yearning for throughout these years!

I braved myself and took the risk in hopes that Nicholas would marry me. I hoped that our marriagewould consist of mutual respect, if not love. I hoped that he would care for me like a good husband.When I married him, I thought he would become my whole world. But that was only what I thought…

I have a secret that I've always kept in my heart—I've loved Christopher for nine years. When I wasyoung, I often tagged along behind him. When I grew up, I finally turned into his wife. Nine years—Iinsisted on staying in love with the same man for nine years. With an uneasy heart, I kept my love forhim a secret throughout these years. I've never felt a hint of pity for myself despite him not showing meany love. I stayed by his side unconditionally because my love for him was simple! I've only loved oneperson in my whole life.

However, no one told me that he had a twin brother who looked exactly like him. The man whom Ithought I loved, the man who was as warm as a summer's breeze, wasn't the man I thought he was. Allthe memories and all my love had been a mistake from the start. The love that I had held onto for nineyears was practically a joke. However, what's done is done, and no one can turn back time to fix mymistakes. After I completed my surgery and returned to Bryxton (Note: I had uterus cancer and wasclose to death), I had to confront Nicholas and Christopher. I was completely lost at that point, as Iknew that I wasn't in good health and didn't have the right to love someone else.

Furthermore, my love had been split into half. Half of my love was in the past, while the other half was

in the present. Nicholas and Christopher… They were both different individuals, and it was hard for meto say that I loved just either one of them. Despite this, I ended up choosing Nicholas. After all, he wasthe one who had physically been with me for the past three years. Christopher was just a youthfulmemory that I wanted to cherish. No matter how much I didn't want to let go of it, I had to let go in theend.

I thought that I'd be happy after choosing Nicholas, but things didn't turn out that way. Life never goesthe way you want it to. I had a divorce with Nicholas three months ago, and we stopped maintainingcontact after that.

The relationship between Christopher and I will remain in the past, and I hope that he lives a great lifeahead. Street Where Wind Resides… will remain my personal obsession from now on. From now on,let's part ways and live our best lives.

Sincerely, Renee.'

…

I felt oddly peaceful as I was writing all of this. I felt like I had finally bid goodbye to the past, and I felt asense of relief after I was done. As per company procedures, I took a picture of the letter and sent it toa colleague from the public relations team. Soon enough, my assistant sent me a question. 'Are yousure you want to post this, President Felix?'

The note didn't consist of any huge secret—I was simply dissecting my internal experiences and writingit down. 'Yes,' I replied. My assistant posted the content on the Felix Corporation's official website,along with the caption, 'From now on, let's part ways and live our best lives.'

I stared at the Twitter account for a long time after that. More than ten thousand comments popped upjust a while after the post was made, and there were a few netizens who even tagged the XenosSolutions' official account along with some comments. 'What a shame. It was all a misunderstanding inthe end. That's nine years of love down the drain. It's fine! From now on, Mr. Xenos will be the onecaring for precious little Renee!'

There was a twist to the rumors after the Twitter post was made. Many of the netizens began toreminisce about their past, and there were only a few who continued to curse at me. Meanwhile, therewere more and more people tagging Xenos Solution's official account.

Shawn was the one who brought me away that day, so many of the netizens perceived him as mysavior who came from the skies. The way that he had gently lifted me and left the site was an idealscene for many of the netizens who 'shipped' us as a couple.

Fortunately, the Xenos Solutions' account was quiet about this—they didn't respond to any commentsat all. I stared at the Twitter account for a long time and made sure that things had turned for the betterbefore I headed off to shower and sleep.

The next day, I woke up at 6.00AM, and I immediately turned to grab my phone beside my pillow beforelogging onto Twitter. As I scrolled through the 80,000 comments, I found it hard to replace any ones thatwere criticizing me. Most of the people seemed to pity me, although I didn't replace myself that pitiful.

One way or another, this intervention seemed to have worked, for the Felix Corporation's shares nolonger saw huge drops. As long as this went on, everything would be easily resolved in the future. Iturned to gaze out the window. The weather in Bryxton was oddly sunny that day.

I happily got out of bed and washed up before changing into a white crop top and light blue shorts.

After putting on a few rings and necklaces, I headed out to the office. Once I arrived at the company,my assistant gazed at my outfit in surprise. "Are you in a good mood, President Felix?"

"Would you like me to be sad?" I asked in return.

"I'm glad you're happy," my assistant said while shaking his head.

After heading to my office, I watched the shares for a while. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw thatthe shares didn't drop—they even went up a little. After a while, I went on Twitter and saw that XenosSolutions had reposted the tweet that I posted. 'Don't worry, cutie. Mr. Xenos will definitely love andpamper his precious little Renee from now on,' the caption wrote.

I stared at the post speechlessly. I was certain that Shawn wasn't the one who posted it. He couldn'thave been the one who was handling the social media account either. The only person who has theguts to do it, and the only person who would enjoy creating a scene… It has to be Kevin. He reallyenjoys stirring things up, huh!

I felt rather troubled by this, so I hastily gave Shawn a call.