I rushed to help her regardless of everything, but was beaten and had to be hospitalized.
During those days, she came to visit me in the hospital after school every day, showed me her class notes. We did homework and studied together.
Then, we were admitted to the same university.
She took the initiative to confess to me. She had feelings for me.
After we got together, I realized that her family was rich...
On the day we graduated from college, we decided to get married, but her family was very opposed to it.
Especially her sister, Gianna Smith, looked down on common people like me, spoke in a sarcastic tone, and sometimes even openly mocked me who came to curry favor with her family because they were rich.
But only Fiona and I knew the truth.
Our friendship was pure, which later developed into love. During this process, I didn't know that she was from a wealthy family.
I was very lost during that time.
In order to take my feelings into consideration, Fiona ignored her family's opposition, secretly went to church with me and married me.
Her parents were angry when they found it out. Until Fiona got the pregnancy test report, her parents finally accepted the fact.
But they still looked down on me. Many times, I was rejected by her family. No matter how enthusiastic I was, I was always ridiculed and humiliated by them.
At the beginning, Fiona would often comfort and encourage me.
But gradually, as time went by, especially after giving birth, she became colder and colder, drifted further and further away from me, and even had an unclear relationship with Erik.
I tried to win her back many times and became more proactive, gentle and caring.
But all this seemed to have no effect. Instead, it made her disgusted. She started to complain about me. Sometimes she even compared me to Erik and said that I was useless.
I was completely disheartened until my mother passed away in the hospital.
Only then did I fully understand that the pure feelings between us had long gone, and that special feeling between us no longer existed.
This relationship had deteriorated, and there was no need to continue.
It was late at night, and I had already gotten used to going to bed at eleven o'clock.
Instead of going back to our room, I chose other room.
Now, even when we were together, there was no love.
The next morning, Fiona and I opened the doors facing each other almost at the same time.