They Said He Hated Clingy Girls So I Stopped, And He Didn’t Like It - Chapter 60

Chapter 29 After a moment, Charles lowered his head again and murmured, "Forget it. If erasing me means you'll hurt less... maybe that's better." "Just let me say one last sorry. If I could turn back time, I swear-I'd love you properly, just once." Vivian gave a quiet laugh. "If I could turn back time, Charles-I'd choose never to have known you." She pushed his wheelchair out of the cemetery. Not another word. She didn't even look at him as she turned and walked away. Charles sat there, silently watching her figure fade from sight.

He didn't dare blink, as if trying to burn her silhouette into his memory forever. Only when she completely disappeared did he slowly turn his wheelchair around and roll himself toward the police station. A uniformed officer looked up, glanced at his lifeless legs, and asked, "Sir, do you need any help?" Charles's expression was calm. "I'm here... to surrender. There was a murder. I covered for the killer, destroyed the evidence. I was an accomplice... and I'll take whatever sentence I deserve." Three years passed in a blur. Charles Foster was finally released from prison.

"Don't look back once you leave, alright? Make something of your life," the guard clapped him on the shoulder before turning to fetch his belongings. As he opened the drawer, he froze in place. "...Only one wedding ring?" Charles gave a soft "Mm." Before turning himself in, he had sold off his entire company, donated every cent to a foundation for the disabled. Every fortune he'd ever had meant nothing next to that one wedding ring-the one that once belonged to Vivian. He rolled his wheelchair out of the prison gates and got into Mr. Chambers' car. "Thanks," Charles said.

"For still remembering an ex-con like me." Mr. Chambers shook his head. "Don't say that, sir. I worked for you for years... you were always good to me." The scenery outside the window flashed by, and Charles took a deep breath and asked, "How's... Vivian?" Mr. Chambers glanced at him through the rearview mirror, cautiously. "She's doing great." "She got married." Charles froze. "Her godmother helped her start a domestic services company. It's now the top agency in Ridgewood." "She and Northon dated for a year and got married last year." "Not long ago.

I passed by her office and saw her-she's pregnant. Looks like she's in her final trimester." Mr. Chambers suddenly paused. "There-Mr. Foster, look. Isn't that Miss Bennett?" On the sidewalk outside the office tower, Vivian came running out-straight into Northon's arms. He bent down and kissed the corner of her lips. From the nearby car, her godmother stepped out, pushing a baby stroller. Inside, a tiny baby sucked on a pacifier, waving its chubby arms-reaching for its mother. Their faces were glowing with happiness. Radiant. Blinding.