“Timothea.” Elmer pushed the door open and carried a bowl of hangover soup.
Seeing Timothea’s half-drunk state, his eyes were filled with worry and he held her shoulders. “Why did you drink so much again?”
Glancing at the tattered wedding photo, Elmer pursed his lips.
“This is the last one. Time to throw it away. Timothea, our wedding is next month. You promised me to let Bond go and let yourself go.”
For the past five years, Timothea had ordered wedding photo after wedding photo, filling her office with them.
When others saw me, they pointed at my face and asked who I was.
Timothea always said with a gloomy face, “My enemy.”
Most people believed that she and her childhood sweetheart, Elmer, were a match made in heaven.
Only a select few who knew the truth knew.
Timothea’s hatred was born out of love.
The deeper her love was, the more she hated me now.
She hated me for breaking our wedding vows and hated me for forcing her to abort the child she had longed for.
Even more, she hated me for not even seeing her one last time, for disappearing so abruptly. So, for the past five years, Timothea had been spending a fortune on a search team.
Just to find one person and that person was me.