Chapter 1: The Brandon Who Loved Only Me

I could hear Brandon Anderson’s familiar voice through the shut door.

He spoke Spanish fluently and sounded serious.

“Anna’s pregnant with my child, and we must keep this a secret. Rhea can never find out about this.”

The private room was quiet for a moment before his friends started cheering.

“Brandon, you’re too powerful!”

“Don’t worry, Brandon, we all know Rhea is very important to you. We won’t let her find out.”

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Brandon thought I did not understand Spanish. Whenever he spoke about his mistress, Anna Smith, he would always speak in Spanish.

In the past, I truly did not understand the language. But it was no longer the case.

I let go of the door handle and looked at the young man who was standing beside me in disbelief. He was tearing up.

“What did he say?”

I tried to sound calm, but my trembling voice betrayed my true emotions.

The young man looked conflicted.

I added, “Don’t lie to me.”

He gritted his teeth. After a long while, he forced out a few words through trembling lips.

“He said that Anna’s pregnant with his child.”

Even though I already knew about Brandon’s affair, my heart still ached when I heard that his mistress was having his child.

I lowered my gaze and smiled bitterly.

“Now you know why I’m leaving.”

I met his gaze and called out his name, “Brandon.”

Tears streamed down Brandon’s cheeks under the dim light. He looked exactly the same as the twenty-seven-year-old Brandon in the private room.

However, the difference is that the older Brandon was having a secret affair, and the younger Brandon loved only me.

Young Brandon sobbed as he appeared to be lost and helpless.

He asked, “Why?”

A day ago, he suddenly appeared behind me.

When he saw the divorce papers in my hand, he asked me why.

However, at that time, he did not understand why I chose to leave him.

After hearing this, he did not understand why he would do something to harm me ten years later when he had once promised he would cherish me forever.

He sobbed and could not say a word.

I caressed his head, and my fingers passed through his translucent figure.

“There is no answer to that.

“I’ll never forget the things I promised you.”