"But Luke, my child is gone. How do you expect me to forgive? While you have your happy family, am I destined to grow old alone?"Outside the cathedral, cars passed on a pathway blanketed with golden ginkgo leaves. Each passing car stirred up a whirlwind of the withered leaves."You compromised in the end too, didn't you? You're married now. Why come back to waste my time? Does your wife know you're here?" I rubbed my slightly sore arm, thinking that tomorrow would probably be rainy. These past couple of years, due to relentless work, I had acquired some occupational ailments. I couldn't risk exposure to the wind; it made my whole body ache.Luke tried to take off his coat to offer it to me, but I declined, creating a considerable distance between us.Seeing that I wouldn't compromise, he changed the subject. "Today is Max's funeral. I attended and brought a gift on your behalf. The funeral arrangements were impeccably done."The news of Max's sudden demise had caught everyone b
When Justin and I walked back home hand in hand, my mother was busy directing the helpers in a thorough cleaning. We had already acquired quite a few items for the upcoming wedding, and they were piled up in the living room. Some of them couldn't fit, so they ended up temporarily stored in our master bedroom."How was it today? Was it crowded over there? In the past, when it wasn't too busy, I used to go there for lunch. But now that it's become more popular, I don't really feel like joining the hustle and bustle," my mother commented."It was alright, not too crowded. We should bring you along next time," I replied.Although the wedding plans hadn't been confirmed yet, Justin was being very kind and treating my mother as if she were his own. My mother smiled and teasingly pushed him away with a broom, saying, "Okay, okay, you two go somewhere else. I'm cleaning up here, so don't disturb me, or I won't be making dinner for you tonight, and you'll have to take care of yourselves."J
Speaking of which, I had met Julie once before.It was during the second year of my breakup with Luke. I had just left an after-party and was heading home when I saw Julie waiting downstairs.Before that, Julie and I had only briefly bumped into each other at a bar. After a few years, she hadn't changed much and still exuded an air of elegance.She told me her child was sick and asked for my help. In theory, I should have declined. I did initially refuse because I wanted to avoid any connection with their social circle to prevent further emotional turmoil.But when Julie showed me a photo of Misty, my eyes welled up almost involuntarily.In the photo, the little girl had two moles at the corner of her eyebrow – one on the left and one on the right, perfectly symmetrical and quite beautiful. When my own child was born, I had noticed similar moles from a distance.I couldn't believe such a coincidence existed in this world. Furthermore, I couldn't fathom why, when the child fell il
A week after I turned down Luke, he came knocking at my door again, this time with Misty by his side.The new viral café in San Anglos was bustling with people. I took every precaution not to be recognized, donning a hat and sunglasses.Luke ordered a glass of milk for the little girl, who was too small to sit at a regular table. She perched on a stool, looking incredibly cute. Luke leaned down and said something to her before abruptly turning her towards me. "Misty, say hi to Mommy."Clearly startled by his actions, Misty hesitated. Her big, round, shining eyes stared at me, as if she couldn't quite comprehend why the person in front of her had suddenly become her mother. Her stubborn little face showed her reluctance, but under Luke's threat, she reluctantly called out to me. In that moment, memories of Luke's grandfather's threats from years ago resurfaced, and I couldn't help but stop him. "Don't call me 'Mommy.' I'm no mother to her. Have I ever raised her?""Luke," I held m
On the day the Cannes Film Festival ended, it coincided with the funeral of an old friend. Pictures of Luke Smith attending the funeral with his child went viral on the internet.In the photo, Luke was holding the hand of a little girl, about three or four years old. She had a remarkably beautiful oval face, and when she smiled, two sweet dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.Luke publicly stated that she was his daughter.The media quickly noticed that this little girl's smile bore a striking resemblance to my younger self, even down to the angle of her arched eyebrows.Rumors had long circulated that Luke's current wife couldn't conceive.The media immediately thought of me because, before Luke married his current wife, our names were always linked together, and our past was widely covered in the headlines.'Luke Smith and Hazel Jones's passionate car kiss''Luke Smith and Hazel Jones spotted together in Iceland''Luke Smith accompanies Hazel Jones to the film festival'
"Fate" has always been predestined, much like when I was fifteen, sitting by the window shaded by locust trees, admiring the graceful dance of the neighbor. Never did I think that one day, I would become a renowned female celebrity.Similarly, when I first met Luke, his pair of lonely and indifferent eyes drew me in. Little did I imagine that one day, our lives would become intertwined, filled with complexity and twists.In the summer of 2008, there was an unparalleled sense of excitement and bustle. During that time, people were living in comfort and contentment, blissfully unaware of the looming financial crisis. They also had no inkling that, a year later, the global financial crisis would sweep through, indiscriminately affecting every resident in the global village.During that year, I was a twenty-year-old college student, still fresh and inexperienced. In addition to my studies, I took on part-time work as a background actor in film and television, as well as modeling for pr
I had expected that the night after my aspiration was fulfilled would bring a peaceful and satisfying sleep. However, my attempt to adjust to the time difference suddenly came to a halt in less than two hours. I got out of bed and sat there on the soft mattress, feeling an inexplicable sense of emptiness.My nearby phone kept flashing with a continuous stream of messages. There were congratulations from colleagues, invitations from internationally renowned directors, and a few familiar financiers politely suggesting dinner at the Davinci Restaurant. The influx of messages overwhelmed my thoughts.I didn't hurry to respond. Instead, I casually turned on the TV, letting the background noise fill the bathroom as I started my shower. Over time, I had developed a habit of creating background noise in quiet surroundings.While I was in the middle of my shower, the entertainment news segment began, and the sound from the TV seeped into the bathroom, blending with the cascading water from t
At the outset, no one could have foreseen the eventual turn of events. What had initially been a picture of harmony gradually unraveled, revealing the unsettling truth concealed within.During the first half of my senior year, my interactions with Luke increased. During that period, I had to scour various studios to complete my graduation project, opting for the most affordable options.Luke mentioned that one of his friends in the film industry had some extra studio space available, which they could lend me.Since our first encounter during my sophomore year, we had crossed paths a couple of times on campus. Later, I learned that during that period, a relative of his was temporarily assigned to work at our school, and he tagged along for visits.Perhaps out of sympathy for my situation, Luke introduced me to a director, marking the commencement of my journey as an aspiring actress and setting me firmly on the path to a future in the world of acting.I stood there, directing my fe