Anya's heart ached. It was as if she could hear her heart slowly cracking.
All of Aiden's kindness, his tenderness, his love, all belonged to Keara. How happy Keara was to be loved by a man like Aiden.
Anya was jealous of the woman who died three years ago, but until now, that woman was still alive in Aiden's heart.
Anya sobbed and said seriously, "I don't know what Raisa said, but please don't believe her. I really don't use the money from their family."
Aiden continued to wipe away Anya's tears, no matter how much she shed. He didn't want to see the woman he loved sad like this, "I don't care what other people say. I only trust you."
Anya listened to the words while still crying, but a smile crossed her lips, 'Even though it's not me in your heart, even though your tenderness is not for me, I'm still grateful.'
"I must have saved the world before so I could marry you!" Anya said with a smile.
