Alexander pov
Her decisive words still echoed in my ears, each one like a dagger, piercing the softest part of my heart. For six years, over twenty thousand days and nights, every evening I struggled to sleep, ALEXALEX, your name reverberating in my mind.
Mechelle Diaz, I once thought about being with you. I said to wait for me for three years, but in reality, after you lost the child, you've been deceiving me, haven't you? You did everything to make me fall in love with you, only to leave me in despair and pain.
I saw her take out her phone, a faint smile on her face, as if saying something, even her eyebrows tinged with a hint of amusement.
"Mechelle, what do you want for your birthday this year?" Harrison asked with a smile, despite the fact that the gifts he gave her were never used, he never gave up, always believing that sincerity could touch the heart.
