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Chapter 11 

Chris’s POV. 

I must be the biggest fool in the world. 

When I had love, I pushed it away, and only when I lost everything did I realize how much it all meant to me. Ashley was gentle and timid. 

I admit that I married her for her tolerance, her tenderness, and the fact that she wouldn’t cause any trouble. How could someone like that not be the perfect choice for a wife? 

Her gentleness and understanding, never making a fuss, made me take her for granted. 

I was also challenging her, wanting to see just how much she loved me. 

I had no romantic feelings for Chloe, I always saw her as a sister. 

By chance, I favored Chloe, and Ashley’s typically aloof face finally relaxed. 

I knew she was jealous! She cared about me! 

Having tasted sweetness once, I craved it endlessly. The better I treated Chloe, the more I neglected Ashley, the more she cherished me and kept me in her heart. 

I seemed to find a perverse pleasure in this and couldn’t get enough. 

But I never anticipated losing control. 

That day, after a trip to Disneyland with Chloe and Amanda, Ashley changed. She blindsided me with a divorce proposal. 

I panicked, but more than that, I was furious. How could Ashley leave me? 

She could only love me! 

I went into a frenzy, throwing everything out of Oliver’s room like a demon–possessed. 

It was when she stood there, cold and broken, crying and apologizing, that I let her go. 

But I didn’t feel the satisfaction I expected; for the first time, I thought I had done something terribly wrong, as if I was about to lose Ashley. 

But I was clueless, without a clue on what to do next. 

Chloe approached me about building a factory, and I agreed readily. 

And I intentionally had a neighbor tell Ashley. 

Little did I know that our child was buried there! 

At that moment, it felt like my heart would never beat again. 

I had lost Ashley completely. 

I’d never find another girl as wonderful as her. 

She never remarried, dedicating herself to charity instead. 

I knew Oliver was always in her heart. 

I wanted to make amends, but what right did I have? 

I was full of regret, but she left me. 

(End)