At that moment, all my reason fell apart. I had chased Lizbeth for eight years. I had often said I wanted peace. I wanted a home.
Yet, she always refused.
“Living in the underworld business will force you to live on the edge. Marriage is a weakness. They'll harm you, you know.”
Lizbeth had clearly changed for this boy. Her principles broke easily.
So, she did want a home... just not one with me.
I untied the boy and told my men to leave us. Meanwhile, I stayed. I hid in a corner of the factory.
The boy had told the truth. Lizbeth arrived ten minutes later.
The moment she came in, her eyes locked on him. She could not leave him. They held each other in the mess and kissed. The joy of finding him again broke all her reason.
“I’m so glad you’re okay. Who kidnapped you? I will made them pay!”
The boy sobbed and fell into her arms, holding her tight. “Don’t kill anyone. You promised me.”
Those words broke the hard anger that had lived in Lizbeth for years.
“All right. I promise.” She gently patted the boy’s shoulder. “We’re going home.”
When they got to the door, Erick stopped and looked at Lizbeth carefully.
“Liz, do you really like me? If you do, why did you let me be in danger?”
“You’re the kind of person who has had many lovers. After the child is born, will you leave me?”
“You have many men, but I am different… Liz, I only have you…”
Erick's fell onto the back of her hand.
Those tears also fell into Lizbeth's heart. She did not answer with words but instead with a deep, urgent kiss.
After a while, they pulled apart with thin threads of saliva.
“I feel the same. I only have you. Rick, I promise this is the last time it's going to happen. If you don’t believe me, we will register our marriage tomorrow.”
The boy grinned a little and moved closer so he could kiss her forehead gently.
“You lied to me. You said the date of our marriage registration is still far away.”
“I'm Lizbeth Flare. I can decide the date of my own marriage registration whenever I want it." She took his arm and walked out the door.
At that moment, my world fell apart.
Tears blurred my sight. I stood there for a very long time. I took out my phone and dialed the hospital.
“Schedule my surgery now,” I ordered.
After I hung up, I looked at the wound on my abdomen. The blood would not stop gushing. My body hurt, but compared to my heart, it hurt less.