He Came Back With Money After Everything Was Gone Chapter 09

He Came Back With Money After Everything Was Gone Chapter 09

I booked a flight to the Northwest.

The day I left, the weather was beautiful.

I dragged my suitcase into the airport terminal.

I had just gotten my boarding pass when hurried footsteps sounded behind me.

“Vivian!”

Nathan rushed over and grabbed my wrist.

He was panting hard.

“Where are you going?”

He stared at the boarding pass in my hand, his voice trembling.

“Let go.”

“I won’t!”

He was almost roaring.

“You emptied your regular bank accounts, disconnected your phone number, and now what are you trying to do?”

People in the airport turned to look.

I looked at him.

He had once cared about appearances more than anything.

Now he was shouting in public.

“I’m leaving this place,” I said calmly.

“Where? I’ll go with you.”

He answered instantly, his tone almost humble.

“We can go to Europe, to an island, anywhere. Just don’t leave me.”

“Nathan Reed.”

I interrupted him.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

I said it very softly.

But Nathan froze completely.

His lips trembled, and for a long time, he could not say a word.

“You’re lying…”

He muttered.

“You loved me for seven years. How could you stop loving me?”

“Seven years.”

I repeated the number.

“Yes. Seven years.”

“I used seven years to see what kind of person you

“You’re selfish, arrogant, and cold.”

are.

“You took everything I gave for granted and stepped on my dignity.”

I took something out of my pocket and handed it to him.

It was that keychain charm.

When Nathan saw it, his face went white.

“Keep it to coax someone else.”

I stuffed the charm into his hand.

“Nathan Reed, whatever was between us is completely over.”

I shook off his hand and turned toward security.

Nathan did not chase me again.

Security was already walking over.

Nathan saw none of it.

He only lowered his head and stared at the thing in his hand.

Then his legs suddenly gave out, and he fell to his knees.

He covered his face with both hands.

His shoulders shook violently.

His muffled sobs were so small in the noisy airport terminal.

I did not look back.

The security officer checked my documents.

“Ms. Vivian Hale, have a pleasant trip.”

“Thank you.”

I put away my documents and walked into the boarding lane.

When the plane took off, I looked out at the city growing smaller beneath me.

That city held seven years of my youth.

It held my dead father.

It also held that man.

Now all of it was far away from me.

I closed my eyes.

For the first time, my heart was calm.