You Thought You Knew My Love Chapter 17

You Thought You Knew My Love Chapter 17

I didn’t expect Vivian Shaw to ask to meet me.

Adrian’s childhood friend sat across from me with her.

I slowly stirred the coffee in my hand and looked at the haggard woman in front of me.

She wasn’t very beautiful.

At the hospital, if Adrian hadn’t been too conspicuous, I wouldn’t have noticed her at all.

Comfortable, soft, gentle.

When I didn’t speak, the woman across from me spoke in a hoarse voice.

“You won, Miss Bloom. I’ll give him back to you.”

“Give him back?”

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the bit of clothing showing behind the screen behind her.

The woman’s lips trembled.

“Do you know? He tried to take his own life.”

“It was the night you came back.”

“He brought me out in public. He gave me hope. I thought I could replace you.”

“But from the day you found out, his eyes never stayed on me again.”

“He couldn’t sleep night after night.”

“He kept calling your name without realizing it.

“Everywhere he went, he bought so many things, but not one of them was something I liked. He

said they were for his wife.”

“After you left your home, he didn’t even dare go back and look at it.”

“He loves you so much he’s gone insane.”

“Please, go back to him.”

How absurdly ridiculous.

A mistress was begging the wife to forgive her lover.

I gently tossed the spoon onto the table.

Tears fell from the woman’s eyes, drop by drop.

Yes.

What girl in New York could avoid loving Adrian Whitmore?

A mafia heir, brilliant, ruthless, calm, and elegant.

I smiled lightly.

“You’re wrong, Miss Shaw. I never thought I won.”

“From the moment his eyes landed on you, from the day he took you to that house, I became a

joke.”

“He made me a joke.”

“Women always lie to themselves and take pride in being the legal wife, as if keeping someone out of sight and outside the home somehow preserves their dignity.”

“But that’s just burying your head in the sand like an ostrich. It’s more ridiculous and more

pathetic.”

“The dignity that belonged to his wife had already been ripped apart and destroyed in front of

everyone.”

“So when he looked at you, I lost completely.”

“When I think of all those days and nights when I didn’t know you existed, when Adrian Whitmore

made me live like a joke, I can’t let it go.”

“I don’t keep a man once he’s been dirtied.”

Vivian stared at me blankly.

I glanced behind her.

“You made her come, didn’t you?”

I looked at Adrian’s childhood friend.

“Did you once praise her as gentle and virtuous, the most suitable woman to be his wife?”

Adrian’s childhood friend spoke.

“Isn’t she?”

“You see? This is exactly how men are. He married me. He said he loved my spoiled temper, my

willfulness, that I was like a sweet, innocent princess. But then he longed for a gentle, virtuous

wife.”

“In New York, in upper-class circles, no one dares contradict Adrian Whitmore. You brothers all

lifted him up like a god.”

“But even so, didn’t he once say Nora Bloom didn’t understand socializing, that he was tired?”

After the first time he took me to their private club, he once complained.

“Nora is good in every way. She just can’t fit into the circle. She’s not as good at socializing as your

girlfriend.”

“You… you heard that?”

Adrian’s childhood friend’s eyes darted away.

Then he looked confused.

“If you knew, then why didn’t you…”

I cut him off.

“You mean, why didn’t I change?”

“I won’t change. Why should I?”

“When Adrian Whitmore chased me, he knew my personality. He knew everything about me. I never deceived him. Why should I become an innocent woman when he wants one, then learn to be

a socially perfect wife when he wants that?”

“That wouldn’t be me. Look.”

I stretched out both hands.

Bright, clean, without a single scar.

“I wouldn’t cook for him myself, and I wouldn’t hand-wash the clothes he changed out of.”

“The Whitmore family isn’t bankrupt. These are simply not things I need to do.”

“His dissatisfaction with me was exactly this, wasn’t it? I couldn’t satisfy that craving of his, so he

turned around and found you, found women like you.”

“He said he loved me. Everyone around him thought he loved me. So what?”

“See, when I loved him, I loved him exactly as he was. He didn’t have to change. If he changed, I

wouldn’t love him anymore.”

“I gave him equal love in return, but once he looked at someone else, I didn’t want him anymore.”

I looked at the woman in front of me.

“You worship him, don’t you?”

“You treat him like the light of your life, so you let him do whatever he wanted. You even…”

“Came to beg me, his ex-wife, to take him back.”

“But in my eyes, he’s cowardly, selfish, and ridiculous.”

“You can’t talk about Adrian like that.”

Adrian’s childhood friend couldn’t help arguing.

“He’s not. He’s not ridiculous.”

“How is he not? He thinks he can command wind and rain, yet he wants to rely on his wife to

socialize for him? Even if that wasn’t his intention, it was still his vanity.”

“Is he strong?”

I smiled coldly.

“If he were truly strong, then even if I made a mistake, no one would dare say it was wrong.

Adrian appeared behind them, his face deathly pale,