Every Breath You Take

Chapter 20

On the way back, Quarmy Huo leaned against the back seat with his eyes closed. It seemed that only

he himself knew that there was no rest at all. His mind was in a mess.

It had been three years. The person who had disappeared for three years suddenly came back. It didn't

surprise him, but more troubles surrounded him. Where had she been since she disappeared for three

years?

How did she and Roland Wang get involved in each other's lives?

He couldn't help but think of the morning three years ago.

Three years ago, when he opened the door of the villa in the morning, he found that it was very quiet in

the house. He stood there for a while in the living room and went upstairs with heavy footsteps. When

he opened the door of the bedroom, he found that the person who should be there wasn't inside.

He guessed that she must have gone to buy some food, so he went in and sat on the bed, quietly

waiting for her to come back.

It had been two hours, there was a supermarket near the villa. It wouldn't take her long to buy

vegetables, until then did he realize that something was wrong, so he took out his mobile phone and

dialed her number.

The phone rang very clearly in the drawer of the bedside table. He was stunned for a moment, then

turned out of the bedroom and went straight to the study room. There was no one in the study room,

and he went to check all the guest rooms, but there was no one in the guest room.

Quarmy Huo panicked. He ran around upstairs and downstairs, and finally returned to the bedroom. He

opened the door of the wardrobe, and the room was neatly packed with clothes.

Quarmy Huo took out all the clothes in the wardrobe and threw them on the ground. He found that

there was a set of red dress missed. Xanjer Mo bought this set of clothes for Monica when they got

married. At that time, he said it was too old-fashioned and didn't let Monica wear it. The clothes were

kept in the wardrobe and never moved.

Now there was only this set of clothes missing in the wardrobe. What did it mean? He rushed to the

bedside and opened the bedside table. Except for Monica's certificate, everything else was there.

Quarmy Huo's head had sweat dripping down. He looked at the room blankly, hoping that he was not

dreaming. Suddenly, he saw two pieces of paper on the dresser. He rushed over and picked them up.

There were delicate handwriting on the paper and classified the names of the jewelry. At the bottom of

the paper, there was also a sentence, "All the jewelry belongs to the original owner. Please sign it. In

addition, if you can send the divorce certificate and the ring I bought to Xanjer Mo, thank you!"

The familiar handwriting was so ironic Quarmy Huo's eyes. He pulled open the drawer of the dressing

table, and there were all kinds of boxes in He was very familiar with those boxes. They contained the

jewelry he personally selected for her. He could remember all the styles of these jewelry and the

specific date they were given to her.

Quarmy Huo blankly opened a jewelry box on the top and found that there was the wedding ring he

bought for her. They bought each other's wedding rings. She once said that she would buy a wedding

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He remembered what she said at that time, "you are not allowed to take it down after wearing it. You

have to wear it for the rest of your life!"

The vows of the past seemed to be still in his ears, as if they would be together forever!

Ah! It turned out that vows were all deceptive. In only five years, their love had come to an end.

Quarmy Huo jumped up wildly and swept all the jewelry boxes in the drawer to the ground.

The things in the villa did not decrease at all, including the underwear and jewelry. Monica was wearing

the red dress Xanjer Mo bought for her and left without a word. She left the house with nothing! As

expected, she did not bring anything with her! Monica was too cruel!

There was a hole in his heart, and blood came out of it.