I Cared For Him Twenty Years, Only For His Love Letters To Belong To Another Girl Chapter 09

I Cared For Him Twenty Years, Only For His Love Letters To Belong To Another Girl Chapter 09

Graham and Пeft without a sound.

I didn’t believe Thorne could track me down this time.

The next time I saw him was on TV. He’d won the most prestigious award in physics. Vivian followed behind

him, carrying his coat.

During the press interviews, Vivian answered any question Thorne didn’t want to deal with.

After the ceremony, she draped the coat over his shoulders with gentle care.

Overnight, headlines exploded everywhere: [Physics Prodigy Emerges, Genius’s Supportive Wife by His

Side.]

Graham fed me a piece of fruit. “How are you feeling today? Is the baby kicking?”

I was pregnant. Graham spoiled me rotten. I touched my belly. In my last life, I’d worked myself to the bone and ended up being called a scheming gold digger who only wanted Thorne’s money. I died alone and

forgotten.

My eyesight had deteriorated from years of organizing his research materials day and night. I couldn’t even watch TV by the end. I spent my final days listening to the radio, frail and withered.

This time was different. I had a husband who adored me, a child of my own, friends to share meals with, and

colleagues I respected.

That feeling of admiration, worship, and willingness to sacrifice everything for Thorne-I couldn’t

remember any of it now.

I saw Vivian on TV often after that, attending galas and social events as the wife of a physics icon.

But before long, two news stories broke that sent the internet into a frenzy.

The first was about Thorne trashing his office. He was reportedly impossible to work with. A whole team of assistants couldn’t satisfy him.

He was so difficult that even the people who’d initially idolized him eventually handed in their resignations.

The second was about Vivian attending a glamorous event in a designer gown, leaving Thorne sitting alone in a corner with his head down.

When Thorne had asked Vivian to be his assistant, she’d told him to work on his attitude.

Both stories went viral. Some attacked Thorne. Others attacked Vivian.

Vivian held a press conference to clear things up. But under aggressive questioning, she snapped.

“I’m his wife! Not his nurse, not his maid! I didn’t sign up to be treated like staff! Just because I married bin, you all think I’m not allowed to be human anymore?”

The next day, the number of articles criticizing her tripled. They said she lacked devotion and wasn’t worthy of being a scientist’s wife.

I laughed at every single one of those headlines.

I never expected Thorne to publicly file for divorce from Vivian-and then confess his feelings for me on live

television.

“Laurel, I only realized how much you meant to me after I lost you.’

“Where are you? Please come back to me.”

From that day forward, every interview ended with the same question.

“Laurel, where are you?”

Even reporters had gotten used to it.

The media tracked me down easily. I was sitting in the sunshine with Graham, holding our baby.

When Graham saw the TV broadcast, his face darkened and he hired a whole team of bodyguards.

“Can he just leave us alone?”

The reporters were blocked by security. But they still managed to snap a photo of me holding our baby and smiling at Graham.

And Vivian? Even after the divorce, the media still hounded her. If she so much as wore a nice dress, strangers online tore her apart for being materialistic and phony.

Then reporters uncovered something even juicier. She’d been seen getting cozy with a man-touching him, meeting him in private multiple times.

That man was Vivian’s husband from her last life.

Last time around, once Thorne’s love letters blew up, Vivian walked out on her husband and kid like they

meant nothing.

This time, that man had a new family. And Vivian was doing everything she could to destroy it.

But in the end, she came up empty-handed.

The man backed off the moment the reporters caught him and returned to his family.

And when Vivian tried to go back to Thorne, he gave her only one option: work as his maid.