Love Unspoken

When Wayne proposed divorce back then, Dorothy was not entangled much. She knew she could no longer bear him children and understood his need for an heir.

So, she endured the pain, signed the divorce agreement, and left Amber Bay.

She believed she was fulfilling Wayne's wishes, thinking that her thoughtfulness and generosity would make him love her more.

In fact, it was all a joke.

Less than a month after she left, Wayne returned with another woman and a son. This woman had taken over everything that once belonged to Dorothy. It was at that moment that Dorothy saw Wayne's true intentions. She felt foolish and regretful for willingly stepping aside for another woman.

For so many years afterward, she lived alone, with her only attachment being Valerie. Now, Wayne had taken even her only daughter away.

Wayne did not deserve to live in this world!

As Wayne stepped through the door, he shivered from the cold air inside.

He frowned and walked further into the house.

Inside, Dorothy sat on the sofa, dressed for the occasion in an elegant red cheongsam and her hair styled in a bun. Her every movement exuded elegance and charm, just like the first time they had met. Wayne paused upon seeing her.

Dorothy poured a drink, looked up at Wayne, and smiled. "You're here."

Wayne felt suspicious but did not show it on his face. He nodded slightly, walked over, and sat opposite Dorothy.

Wayne asked, "Why do you want to drink?"

Dorothy looked at him and bitterly smiled. "What else can I do if I don't drink?"

Seeing her haggard and sorrowful appearance, Wayne's expression softened for a moment. "Drink less. We're not young anymore. It's not good for your health." Dorothy's smile turned more sarcastic." Yes, at our age, how many days do we have left? It's better to pursue our desires, or we'll regret it when we pass away."

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Wayne felt displeased hearing this but said nothing, knowing she was in a time of grief.

Dorothy handed him a drink. "Drink with me."

Wayne refused. "I need to drive."

"Don't go back," Dorothy said, her eyes burning into him. "You said you will stay with me."

Wayne stared back at her for a long while.

Eventually, he took the drink from Dorothy's hand and drained it in one gulp.

Seeing his drink, the corners of Dorothy's mouth rose slightly, and a hard-to-detect glimmer flashed in her eyes.

Dorothy asked, "Wayne, after all these years, have you ever felt guilty toward me?"

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Dorothy was once dignified and elegant, a gentle and considerate lady from a prestigious family. She was an impeccable mistress. However, despite feeling satisfied, Wayne did not have any emotional connection with her. They held mutual respect for each other, yet their married life was mundane and lacked excitement. When she could no longer bear children, she willingly stepped aside. Wayne viewed everything she did as flawless. Therefore, when Wayne occasionally thought of her, he still felt guilty.

Dorothy asked, "Why didn't you help Valerie seek justice? Why did you let the murderer go unpunished?"

Wayne frowned and said irritably, "I told you. The person is already dead. What's the point of dwelling on it? They were both my daughters. Valerie is dead. Do you want me to kill Freya to make it fair?" Dorothy found his words absurd, laughable, and even unbelievable. Could a father really say such things?

Dorothy retorted, "But a murderer should pay with their life. It's the right and proper thing, regardless of who that person is. If she took a life, she should face punishment, not..."