They kissed all the way to their car and drove off.
Struggling to hold my emotions together, I called my uncle.
“Uncle, does your company still hire useless people? I need you to take me in.”
Surprised but happy, he asked, “You no longer want to wait around for the man you’ve been holding out for?”
I glanced at the pile of Chinese medicine prescriptions I had been taking to prepare for pregnancy, my heart heavy with grief.
“Getting married and having kids isn’t everything. Building a career and being with family—that’s what really matters.”
My uncle, who had witnessed my ten-year marathon of love, teased,
“Then I’ll arrange your trip abroad. Once you’re here, I’ll keep you so busy you won’t have time to think about anything else.”
“The man you waited ten years for—a man who promised you a home—how much could he really love you? You were just his backup plan all along.”
“With us by your side, there’s no obstacle you can’t overcome!”
Had I not seen those love messages, I would have confidently told my uncle that Yzail was my soulmate.
But the truth was, those ten years of love? They were nothing more than a cruel joke.