After three years of a secret marriage, Bryson suddenly wanted a divorce. Hermione forced a smile, took the money, and left. From then on, Hermione started her amazing life in the antique world where she repaired and appraised antiques. After the divorce, Bryson saw his stunning ex-wife on TV and regretted his decision. Bryson became an escort of his ex-wife and chased after her all over the world. "Honey, you have my heart and my life. Please go home with me." Hermione smiled faintly. "Sorry that I'm very busy. I don't have time!" Later, Hermione met the savior who had saved her when she was little. On the day of their wedding, bad news came. Hermione left her groom behind. She held the dead body of her ex-husband in her arms and felt heartbroken. Then, Bryson held a diamond ring in his hand and knelt on one knee in front of Hermione. "Honey, please marry me again!"
Hermione Sullivan was drenched in sweat after sex.
Bryson Gosling did not go take a shower as before. He hugged Hermione from behind. This embrace was tight, and it seemed Bryson wanted to press Hermione into his body.
Hermione was about to melt in this embrace. She felt surprised, nervous, excited, and a little sad.
Hermione thought, we have been married for three years, but this is the first time he hugs me like this.
Hermione felt love.
Her heart thumped as if there were butterflies in her stomach. Hermione slowly turned around and hugged Bryson tightly. The smile on her face was sweet and beautiful as if she had the whole world in her arms.
This embrace lasted for a long time.
Bryson let go of Hermione, put on his clothes, and sat up. He took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer, skillfully shook one cigarette out of the box, lit it, and took a puff.
White smoke floated in the air. It blurred Bryson's handsome face and expression. Nobody knew what Bryson was thinking. Bryson became absent-minded and almost got burned by the cigarette between his fingers.
"Didn't you quit smoking a long time ago?" Hermione coughed lightly.
Bryson put out his cigarette and then looked Hermione in the eyes. After a few seconds of silence, Bryson said, "Hermione, let's split up."
This speech was like a bolt from the blue for Hermione!
Hermione was astonished. Her burning heart cooled down and froze in an instant!
Pale with fear, Hermione looked at Bryson and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Did I do anything wrong?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"Vivian is back. I'm sorry."
Vivian Swanson was Bryson's ex-girlfriend.
Hermione was heartbroken. She thought, three years! We have been together day and night for three years. However, such an intimate relationship is still vulnerable before that woman!
He doesn't love me. This is the biggest problem!
Hermione was overwhelmed by disappointment and frustration. She bit her lip and became stiff.
Hermione put on her clothes with trembling hands.
When Hermione intended to get out of bed, Bryson pressed her shoulder and asked gently, "Where are you going?"
"To make breakfast." Hermione tried her best to hold back her tears.
"You have made a lot of breakfast for me. Today, I will do it once for you. You may sleep on." Bryson's voice was low and gentle.
Hermione nodded, lay down, and pulled the quilt over her wet eyes.
After Bryson left, Hermione got off the bed, ran into the bathroom, and burst into tears.
Her tears kept coming out of her eyes like beads with a broken string.
Hermione didn't know that her heart could ache so much for love. She felt as if part of her heart was gouged out.
Because of the pain, Hermione could not stand steadily, so she leaned against the wall. Hermione cried till she trembled.
Hermione didn't know how long she had cried. Then, she heard Bryson call her downstairs for breakfast.
Hermione responded to Bryson. Then, she washed her eyes over and over again with cold water.
However, her eyes were still red no matter how hard Hermione washed them.
Hermione went downstairs. Bryson waited for Hermione in the dining room.
Bryson, who had long legs and a noble temperament, stood there, looking dazzling in a tailored suit.
Hermione silently walked to the dining table and sat down.
Bryson leaned over slightly and looked Hermione in the eyes with softness in his eyes. "Did you cry?"
Hermione raised her head and forced a smile. "The cleanser accidentally got in my eyes when I washed my face. I will be fine."
"Be careful. Have some breakfast." Bryson sat beside Hermione and handed her a fork.
Hermione took the fork, lowered her head, and saw Bryson put his beautiful fingers on his fork.
The sumptuous breakfast exuded a tempting aroma, but neither Bryson nor Hermione started their breakfast.
They had never had a meal with such sorrow.
Half an hour later, the food was still untouched.
Hermione put down her fork, stood up by holding one corner of the table, and said softly, "I'll go pack up my stuff."
"No hurry." Bryson tightened his grip on his fork.
Hermione smiled bitterly and thought, you made yourself clear, so how can I stay? I don't want to be kicked out later.
Hermione turned around and went upstairs. She threw her things into the suitcase one by one. After a long time, Hermione finally zipped the suitcase up and carried it downstairs.
"Give it to me," Bryson said as he walked to Hermione to carry the suitcase for her.
"No, thanks." Hermione pulled her suitcase, straightened her back, and walked out of the house.
Hermione walked past the courtyard, saw the familiar flowers and trees, and felt sad. Hermione thought, can humans be as heartless as plants?
Three years! I thought that love would come in time. However, that's my illusion.
I love him so much. I love him wholeheartedly. I have both passion and affection, but so what?
Let go! I should let go of him.
Hermione and Bryson walked to the gate one after another, and a car was waiting outside.
"Thank you for keeping me company for the past three years." Bryson handed Hermione a check.
Hermione stood there stubbornly and didn't know whether to take the check or not.
"Take it. You will need money in the future." Bryson stuffed the check into Hermione's suitcase.
"Okay," Hermione responded dryly.
She raised her head and greedily looked at Bryson. Her gaze lingered on his good-looking lips, handsome nose, and beautiful eyes.
Hermione remembered how Bryson had covered her eyes with his eyes on the bed. Back then, she seemed to see stars in the sky. This memory became heart-wrenching to Hermione now.
Hermione thought, I will stop loving him one day.
In three years? Ten years?
Or when I die.
It seems easy to fall in love with one, but it is difficult to forget him.
Bryson looked at Hermione for a while and then suddenly pulled her into his arms. Bryson looked calm, but there were violent emotions in his eyes. "It won't be easy for you to live alone. Call me if you need help."
Tears surged up, but Hermione held them back. She said, "Okay."
"I was in poor health and had a bad temper in the first two years. Sorry."
"Not that bad."
"Take good care of yourself."
"You too." Hermione slowly raised her hands and hugged Bryson as if they would never meet again.
Suddenly, Hermione let go of Bryson.
Hermione pushed Bryson away, quickly wiped her face, and turned to leave with her suitcase.
After a few steps, Hermione suddenly heard Bryson ask, "Who is Greg?"
Hermione slowed down after her heart skipped a beat.
The old memory flashed back to Hermione.
Hermione was so sad that she could not speak.
Then, Hermione heard Bryson say again, "He is very important to you, isn't he? Sorry for taking up your three years. I wish you happiness."
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