More handwriting in another newspaper read, 'Edward, my Edward, do you know how many times I've called your name when I lay on the bed in labor? I don't mind that you didn't show up during my pregnancy. But could you be merciful to me and not let me see this sweet scene of you with another woman on such a special day? Although I have been telling myself that as long as you are happy, I don't mind only having pictures of you. But how much I have hoped that on this special day, you could give a gentle look to comfort me, or a lovely smile to encourage me. But nothing, there is actually nothing from you. You never belong to me. '
Tears rolled down Edward's face. He wondered how much he had missed of her moments of helplessness and fear. She was a great mother who had raised such a considerate and clever son. He had never cried for any reason, but today he couldn't help weeping over her words. 'Daisy, what should I do? Your life was so hard. I'm willing to lose everything, but we can never get these lost moments back. I love you. It's not a spur of the moment thing, or sweet words to please you. I love you because you have moved me so much and I cherish you. My love for you will never change, ' thought Edward.
He picked up another newspaper, his hands trembling. There were bloodstains on it, which shocked him. Panic rose in him when he saw the blood. But on the newspaper, there was a picture of him with a beautiful woman, a popular singer. Her face was angelic and her figure was super hot. In the picture, the woman whispered something in his ear and smiled gracefully. The scene was very sweet. The handwriting on the newspaper made Edward think that she must have tried very hard to write these words, as if she didn't even have the strength to hold the pen.
'Edward, while you're with this woman do you know what I've been through? It was more frightening than the time I fought with armed thugs. Justin got hurt. His blood poured out from the wound and I was so terrified that I lost my mind. I was shocked into a trance. I mechanically took him in my arms and ran to the infirmary. I was constantly praying to God, hoping he would not take my son from me. I promised I would never want something that didn't belong to me. Edward, you're only a dream beyond my reach. While Justin is the closest person I have in this world. So from now on, I will give up my hope of loving you. I will never think of you. I only hope that my son can be happy and healthy. Edward, I will eventually forget you. Because I really can't afford to love you anymore. '
It was a long paragraph and the content was disjointed. He could see how terrified and uneasy, depressed and confused she was when she wrote it. He picked up another. This time, her handwriting returned to normal, just as cool as her personality was.
It read 'Daisy, just admit it, you'll never stop loving him. You have declared firmly that you won't love him anymore. But it was only an excuse to cheat yourself. He is like the blood that runs though your body. You can't lose him. Because you will break down and die if you lose that blood. So just be true to yourself and admit it. It's really very difficult for me to stop loving him. It's more miserable than being shot by ten bullets. Edward, I love you so much with all my heart. But have you ever thought of me who loves you humbly and wholeheartedly, even for one second? Probably not. On that day, I intentionally walked past you, but you didn't even take a glance at me. Since then, I decided not to be in the same place with you. I have already lost the. courage to face you. '
This paragraph took a long time for Edward to read. He almost couldn't breathe after he finished reading it. Every word of it made him feel a depth of sadness that he had never experienced. He staggered when he tried to stand up. Then he walked slowly into her bedroom and threw himself on her bed. His heart was torn apart and it was bleeding. His mind and heart were occupied by only one person -- Daisy.
She'd always been in his life, just a phone call or a car ride away. But she was pushed away from his world by him. As his wife, she had never enjoyed his love or care. On the contrary, what she received was endless harm and a ruthless heart.
He took a deep breath. There was a light smell of flower on her bed. But it was not his favorite flavor of Jasmine, but the rich fragrance of rose. It seemed that she also liked romance, which was unlike her cold demeanor. He realized that he had been wrong to always regard her as a very strong woman. In fact, her heart was more fragile than other women. But he was the jerk who only caused harm to her.
'Daisy, do you know how much regret I feel now? And my heart wrenched when I saw what you wrote about how you feel about me. Did you do it on purpose? Did you deliberately lay your heart bare, and let me know that you've suffered so much from loving me? You make me uneasy with your sorrow and leave me without giving me a chance for remorse. You've buried me in your sad stories. I can't escape from your sadness and I don't want to.' Edward thought.
Thinking of the newspapers stacked there, he knew there must be many different kinds of reports about him, together with her notes indicating her feelings and love for him. But he lost his courage to continue reading. He feared that he couldn't control himself and would try to find her. He feared more that he was not qualified to love her anymore. He had already broken her heart. He had never felt ashamed of his past decadent life and he never felt so irritated with his current noble status. At this moment, he didn't want anything, he only wanted to be with Daisy.