Married to my Archenemy

Chapter 6: SELF BLAME



Not only did she learn cooking, but she also learned flower arrangement, tea ceremony, pastry making, dancing, painting, fencing... She had turned herself into a jack-of-all-trades.

She even learned things she used to dislike before. Isabella couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this cheating?"

Her hands were sore from scrolling, and she finally reached a friend's post from 2017. It was a post that made her so sad that she couldn't breathe.

"It's raining lightly in the sky, as if to say goodbye to you. Everyone has left, and the whole world seems to be empty. It seems that I am the only one left.

The parting of life and death came so suddenly that it was too late to say goodbye. No one will be like this. You love me just as much."This circle of friends has no subject, nor any accompanying pictures, she doesn't know who it is talking about.

But the pain and sadness in his heart were so clear, and tears welled up all at once.How is this going?

Isabella wiped away her tears with her hands, seeing the wet marks on her hands in disbelief. She had a faint guess in her heart, but she couldn't believe it, and she even desperately denied it...

Will not! Impossible! She must have guessed wrong!At this time, Uncle Noah said, "Young Mistress, Wilson Mansion No. 3 is here."Isabella looked out of the car window.

It was indeed her house—everything was a familiar scenery."Okay." She wiped away her tears, got out of the car quickly, and rushed to ring the doorbell. She believed that when her parents saw her coming, they would be happy to come over and open the door in person, then hug her and say 'my baby is back!'

She stepped on her feet and looked inside eagerly.After a while, the door inside opened, and a tall, long-legged young man came over. It was a little far away, and she couldn't see his face clearly.

But she doesn't seem to know. Did you ring the wrong doorbell?She tilted her head and glanced. That's right; it is indeed No. 3 Wilson Mansion.

But she found another problem.In the past, there was a house plate designed by her personally under the house number, which was written with the word "Wilson" written by subordinates.

But now, the door plate with the word "Wilson " is gone. The Wilson family became the Moore family? The young man finally came to the door, looked at her, and pondered for a while, with some doubts in his tone: "Isabella?"

Isabella turned around, looked at the man's face, and carefully identified it: "James?"The man squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's me.

"Shocked, Isabella immediately took two steps back.

That year, Isabella met her first love, James, a third-year senior at the same school. However, they had only dated for a day before they were separated by Ethan.

Because Ethan told her mother that she had a puppy love, and then she was asked by her mother to talk, and James also went abroad, and they lost contact since then.

That's why she hates Ethan so much. She didn't expect that six years later, she would meet James again. He is much taller than before, his facial features have grown, and he is more gentle and handsome.

But..."Why are you here?" Isabella asked."This is my home. I bought this villa three years ago," James said."How is this possible...? How could this be your house...? This is obviously..."Isabella couldn't believe it.

"Why, do you know the former owner of this villa?" James asked.Isabella didn't answer, as if she didn't react.

"Want...to come in and have a look?" James opened the door.Isabella hesitated for a moment but followed him inside.

The general environment in the villa has not changed, and it is still the same as she remembers, except that there is no oil painting that her mother likes, nor the furniture that her father likes.

The swing also disappeared.James said: "I heard that the previous owner died unexpectedly in a car accident, and his family didn't want to see things and think about it, so they sold the villa."Otherwise, the villas in Wilson Mansion are priceless, and it is hard to find a villa.

Car accident...Some pictures suddenly flashed before her eyes, and the lost memories wanted to rush out of her mind like a revolving lantern.

Isabella covered her head in pain. Her head hurt so badly, as if someone had hit her head hard with a hammer; it was about to split open.She cried out in pain: "Ah...Dad...Mom!" Isabella remembered it all.In the winter of 2017, when school was on break, she went home to celebrate the Chinese New Year.

One day, while watching TV in the living room, the phone suddenly rang. She answered it without thinking. The person on the other end claimed to be a business partner of the Song family and asked to speak to her parents.

She called her parents over and handed them the phone. After the call, her parents' expressions changed and they told her they wouldn't be coming home for dinner that night and that she should eat and go to bed on her own.

They hurriedly left, seemingly to meet someone important.Later that night, she was woken up by a call from the police. They told her that her parents' car had lost control on the wet and slippery road due to the rain and snow, crashed into a guardrail, leaked oil, caught fire, and then exploded.

Her parents died on the spot. At the funeral, no one knew how much she blamed herself. She was almost dying from self-blame. She kept thinking, if she hadn't answered that phone call, if she hadn't called her father over to listen to it... Would they have stayed home that day?

Would they have been okay?She believed that she had caused the death of her own parents, and that everything was her fault.Thinking back on all of this, Isabella felt her breath become incredibly difficult, and before she could say anything, darkness completely enveloped her.

The last thing she saw before falling was the panicked face of James.Isabella had a very long dream. In the dream, she was trapped in an iron cage full of barbs, surrounded by darkness, unable to see her own hand in front of her face.


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