To the Love of My Life

Chapter 802: Chapter 802 of ‘Overbearing CEO Falls for the Gentle Wife’ (2)_1

Does anyone know? Tonight was the time he spoke to her the most.

But all those words, every single letter, were like knives, stabbing her until she was bruised all over, bleeding copiously.

She never thought that the one who pushed her off the cliff would turn out to be the man she loved deeply…

When she received the acceptance letter from Ciawell University, her dad told her there wasn’t enough money to send her to school and advised her to marry the limping man ten years her senior from their village, to have a child early, and to make do with that life. She was unwilling to resign to that fate. Back then, she only had US$55, which was all the New Year’s money she had saved up since childhood. With that, she bought a ticket for a slow train and after a full twenty-seven hours alone, she arrived in Ciawell with only US$24 in her pocket.

Back then she was very poor and felt very inferior. She never imagined she’d fall in love with someone, nor did she think she’d fight with someone for so many years. All she thought about was studying hard, graduating, and finding a stable job so that she could live a secure life without the worry of money.

But who could have predicted that meeting Steve Burton would ruin her life…

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And ruin it permanently indeed!

If only she hadn’t come to Ciawell, had married the limping man ten years her senior, had a child—although that life would’ve been pathetic and stifling, she would not have ended up bruised all over, wearing chains, and going to jail.

Maya Mitchell looked up at the sky, noting how clear the night was… Under the reflection of the city’s neon lights, she could actually see the moon and stars at the edge of the sky.

After this, she might never see such a night sky again.

Not having freedom isn’t scary. What’s terrifying is that she loved him so much, yet she would never be able to see herself again…

She was only twenty-eight years old, her life had just begun, and she might still have half a century before she died. How was she going to live through such a lengthy time?

What to do, she really loved him to the point of no cure, loved him so much that she did so many bad things, hurt so many people, accrued so much debt, and yet received such cruelty from him in return. Still, she found herself hopelessly in love with him.

The police car arrived and opened the door; someone pushed Maya forward, their words stern and heartless, “Get in, hurry up!”

Maya took two steps forward, glanced at the car in front of her. She took one look at the two police officers following her and then at the broad street ahead. Suddenly, her lips pursed tightly and, as she saw a car driving from a distance, she suddenly stepped forward and dashed into the street, hitting the car head-on.

Maya was a woman, and she was handcuffed; the people from the station pushing her into the police car did not press down on her as they would with a male criminal.

The suddenness of Maya’s action caught everyone off guard, and before they could react, they saw her getting struck heavily by the oncoming car, thrown high into the air, flying a good five meters before crashing to the ground.

Instantly, bright red blood began to flow out.

Maya lay on the cold street, eyes open, looking at the moonlight and stars, with Steve Burton’s face appearing vaguely before her. She reached out her hand, trying to grasp it, but all she caught was the rose petal lifted by the impact of her collision.

It was a white rose petal that turned vivid red the moment she gripped it in her hand.