A Billion Dollar Exchange

225 Wasn't he good enough?

It all fell into place now, the calls she refused to pick when he was there… he had asked her where she was yesterday and she told him she was in the company but these pictures showed that she lied.

She told him she wasn't hungry, which was exactly true because she had eaten out, but she sensed that he would ask her when she ate since she was busy at the company, so she covered up immediately.

She forced herself to eat but when she couldn't eat anymore she finally stopped. She sensed that he noticed that she did not eat much so she slept with him to take his mind off it.

What was he? A joke?

How could she pretend to love him so much? She looked innocent, not capable to hurt a fly? Why did she do it? Why?

Wasn't he good enough? Didn't he love her enough?

Was that why she refused to marry him? Because she had someone else?

But she had agreed, does it mean she planned on leaving him soon?

Jin Yue buried his head between his legs as he asked himself so many questions. The more he thought about it, the more he got confused. He could not remember exactly where or when he offended her..

In his whole life, this was the first time he had loved someone so fully, with everything he had. Even right now, after he had seen the pictures, he was willing to forgive her if she would choose him.

Jin Yue's shoulders quivered as tears fell slowly from his eyes.

What exactly had he done wrong? Where did he go so wrong? He promised to change, right?

He changed for her. How would she be so heartless to hurt him this much?

Jin Yue found it hard breathing, he struggled for some time before finally opening his lips, letting in some air.

She always said she loved him; it was there in her eyes, the way she looked at him, the way she smiled, even during their love making, she always screamed his name and reminding him of how much he meant to her.

He had bought a new home for them, where they would raise their kids together. He furnished it tastefully; waiting to surprise her on their wedding day, he even cleverly asked her what she liked and disliked in a home, so he would not make any mistakes in the furnishings, who would have thought that she had never had him in mind.

As Jin Yue thought about it, reality began dawning on him; he gradually imagined a life without her in it.

He mostly woke up to her hugging him, except during the weekends when he wouldn't be going to the company. Those days, she would wake him up with gentle kisses on his face, and a warm smile plastered on her lips when he opened his eyes.

Each time he came back, he would anticipate the front door to swing open and her petite body running towards his car, that gave him an unexplainable joy which would automatically make his stressed out self, become whole again.

As Jin Yue reminisced, he realized that he had grown to need her, to want her…

How exactly would he live without her? Just thinking of how lonely he was before he met her, made his heart squeeze tremendously that he felt it would pop.

No, the pain was unbearable. He would ask her, he just had to ask her. No matter what he had seen, even if she was kissing that man in those pictures, if she told him the truth, he would forget it all.

He would forget it all…

Jin Yue staggered up from the ground, holding onto his office table to prevent himself from falling down; he slumped on his seat and slowly picked up his phone, dialing her number.

This time she picked it up. Jin Yue wanted to call her, but as 'sweet' reached his lips, it felt so bitter, he swallowed hard but before he summoned enough courage, she called out.

''My love, I was just about to call you now, I was in a meeting with my manager, so I couldn't pick up the call. How are you?''

Jin Yue listened to her voice which usually sounded so sweet to his ears shatter him to pieces.

Every single word from her mouth was like a dagger to his chest.

''Hello? Are you there?''

Xin Yong was surprised that he was not speaking, so she peered at the screen of her phone to be sure that he was still on the line.

''What time would you be back home?''