His Love Letter Was Meant For Someone Else Chapter 09

His Love Letter Was Meant For Someone Else Chapter 09

Seeing how dark my face got all of a sudden, Janet felt nothing but satisfaction. She curled her lip, lifted an eyebrow, and smiled. “You didn’t know that, did you? Elijah supported me the whole last life. All my travel money came from him.

“Every time he went on a business trip, he stayed with me. He gave me everything, except the wife title. You got nothing.”

A sharp, stinging ache spread through my chest. I’d thought that even if Elijah cheated

emotionally, at least he’d stayed faithful physically.

Just thinking about him and Janet together made my stomach churn, a wave of violent

nausea rising up my throat.

Like that wasn’t enough to hurt me, Janet’s smile got wider. She slowly kept stabbing at my

heart. “You get it now, right? Elijah begged you to stay local just so I could take your Harvard

spot.”

Janet stopped hiding anything now. Her eyes when she looked at me were full of hatred.

“You were smart this time around, got yourself a guaranteed admission!”

After that, she lunged grabbed my hand. Her red, bloodshot eyes were swirling with madness.

struggled and fought to get free, but Janet only got more enraged. Her grip tightened until it hurt, and she spat out one cruel word after another.

Just as I pulled my hand free and got up to run for the door, Janet completely lost control.

She suddenly pulled a knife out of her bag.

It was too late to dodge. I stared, frozen, as that cold, glinting blade got closer and closer to

At the very last second, through all the screams of the other people in the café, Elijah lunged

out from behind me and threw himself in front of me.

The cold blade fell, sinking deep into flesh. Warm blood gushed out immediately.

Elijah’s body wobbled, then crashed heavily to the floor.

Janet finally came to her senses. When she saw what she’d done, she was terrified out of her

wits. She kept repeating, her hand shaking, “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to…”

The knife clattered loud against the floor. I stood stunned, staring at Elijah lying in a pool of blood. I fumbled for my phone in a panic, screaming at the top of my lungs, “Call the police! Call an ambulance, hurry!”

People who’d snapped out of the shock called immediately, and the ambulance got there fast.

Elijah stared blankly up at me. He tried to say something, but no words came out.

The paramedics loaded him onto the stretcher and rushed him to the hospital quickly.

Janet, standing off to the side, was completely stunned. When the police arrived, she didn’t

run. She let them put the cuffs on her without resisting.

She was going to prison.

After Elijah got out of the ICU, I went to the hospital to see him.

When he saw me, he forced his eyes open with effort. “Elena, I really regret it.”

“So this is what it felt like for you, lying in that hospital bed last life. When you heard what I

said back then… you must have been so hopeless, right?”

I looked down in silence. I couldn’t forgive him, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything

cruel either.

The Elijah that owed me was the one from my past life. But this Elijah, the one from this life,

just took a knife for me.

I paused, and in the end I only said, “Get better. From now on, we’ll both go our own ways and

leave each other alone.”

Elijah knew there was no turning back. He forced a smile that looked more like a sob.

“Okay…”

A few days later, Janet’s sentence came down.

Unfortunately for her, she’d come of age three days before the attack, so she had to take full legal responsibility.

She was sentenced to ten years in prison for attempted murder.

On the day she was taken to prison, she collapsed on the ground like a rag doll, screaming like a madwoman, “This can’t be happening! How can this be? I’m supposed to be reborn! I wasn’t supposed to lose…”

Everyone just thought she couldn’t accept reality and had lost her mind.

Once everything settled down, I went back to university to finish my degree.

Three years later, I got a spot on an Antarctic research expedition.

I stepped onto the ship bound for Antarctica, and this time, I really became a polar scientist.

I fixed the regret I’d carried from my past life. Finally, I was a bird flying to my own mountain.