My girlfriend, whom I had supported for seven years, finally agreed to be with me.
But after marriage, she became extremely cold to me and even left home when I was sick in bed.
Later, I found out that she had always hated me and thought I was using money to humiliate her.
When I was dying in bed, she spent my dirty money to spend time with me in the presidential suite of a star-rated hotel.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I sponsored her.
She blocked my way with the white moonlight.
"Is it great to be rich?!"
"We don't want it!"
I smiled, turned around, and donated the money to the stray dog rescue center.
"Nick! Don't think you can buy my feelings with a few bucks!"
"Is it so great to be rich? Don't we want it?!"
The sudden noise made me feel a little dazed.
When I looked up, I saw a girl with a stubborn face in front of me.
She looked to be about twenty years old, with a hint of immaturity on her face.
The long skirt she was wearing was a little pale from washing, but it still couldn't hide her tall and slender figure.
Her snow-white skin was like porcelain, and her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.
Any ordinary clothes would look elegant on her.
I rubbed my eyes as if I had seen a ghost.
"Nyla?"
The name in my mind and the figure in front of me overlapped, but I found it weird.
How long has it been since I last saw Nyla like this?
Ten years? Twenty years?
It's been so long, so long that I can hardly remember.
What's happening to me? Am I reborn?
I stared blankly at Nyla, who was chattering in front of me, and Lucas, who was protected behind her.
"Nick?"
My classmate next to me pushed me, and I suddenly came to my senses and took a step back involuntarily.
A strong hatred engulfed me like a tide, suffocating me for a moment.
In my previous life, I had a chance to recover from my illness.
But just one month before I died, my medicine was suddenly replaced.
When I asked the housekeeper, he said it was my wife's order to change to a relatively milder medicine.
I have no doubt.
But my health deteriorated day by day, and not long after, I passed away.
The moment I closed my eyes, I saw Nyla's eyes filled with satisfaction and resentment.
Just thinking back on it makes me shudder.
Looking at Nyla in front of me, I clenched my fists and resisted the urge to rush up and kill her.
The guy next to me was still yelling at me crazily.
"Nick! Do you think you are great just because you are rich? Do you think you can insult others at will just because you are rich?!"
"I'm telling you, I don't want it! Take your filthy money and get out!"
I looked at him.
I have to say, Lucas's appearance is very attractive.
It's just that the worn-out clothes on his body make him look a little shabby.
This is the man Nyla has loved for many years.
I'd rather die than be with him.
It was the same in the previous life.
I was worried that Nyla would misunderstand and feel uncomfortable.
So I took the initiative to suggest that the money could be considered a loan to her, and she could just pay me back when she got a job.
But Lucas suddenly jumped out and accused me, saying that I was using money to humiliate Nyla.
Later, after countless quarrels, I finally figured out the truth from Nyla's words.
It turned out that she felt, like Lucas, that my help to her over the years was a humiliation to her.
I suddenly felt ridiculous.
Looking at the two of them with stubborn expressions, I smiled slightly.
"You think too much."
"I was planning to donate the money to a stray dog center. I just showed it to you."
In my previous life, Nyla couldn't pay the tuition and was about to be expelled from school.
I took out money to help her, but she refused it, thinking it was a kind of pity.
But she didn't know that, before that, I had already secretly liked her for a whole year.
Nyla's family is not well off. Her mother is bedridden all year round, and her father is a drunkard. He would just drink every day, and when he got drunk, he would go home and beat her and her mother violently. Later, her mother couldn't bear the torture and jumped from the building.
In order to go to school, Nyla went out to collect waste and do odd jobs since she was a child and relied on government scholarships to attend school. She and I were not supposed to be from the same world. I come from a well-off family and have everything I need.
The first time I met Nyla was when I was in high school. Logically speaking, a young student like her is different from a playboy like me, who is uneducated and unskilled. She is fully capable of getting into a certain high school, but the principal of our private middle school offered her a generous scholarship. So, Nyla decided to choose this place.
At that time, the circle around me was full of young masters and princesses. It's because their families have too much money, and they don't want to learn to be independent. The reason I came here is just to spend some time and then go abroad to get a diploma and bring it home.
Nyla looked out of place in such an environment. She goes to and from work every day, listens carefully in class, and works to earn money after class—like a robot, tireless. Although she has no money, she never feels inferior and is always neither humble nor arrogant. She was so different.
Amid the spoiled and pampered children in the greenhouse, she is like a beautiful and tenacious wild daisy, blooming proudly and wantonly. It was at that time that I began to like her. I like her, so I don't want her to suffer. Young people are very clear about what they like and always want to give everything they think is precious to their loved ones.
Worried that she was malnourished, I brought a lot of food from home. "Nyla, this is the Wagyu beef that my chef made. It's very tender. You should try it. There's also caviar. I brought a can of fresh caviar specially for you." Like all rich young men, I only thought about myself and never really considered others. I only cared about whether I could give it or not but didn't consider whether she wanted it or not.
The classmates around immediately started to make noise when they saw this. Some people even mocked her bluntly: "She is such a poor person that she has to break her steamed buns into pieces to eat them separately, let alone caviar. I guess she can't even afford to eat fish feces, hahahaha."
I immediately turned around and yelled, "Shut your mouth!"
But I didn't notice that Nyla clenched her fists tightly and her face turned slightly pale.
When she looked at me, there was hatred and disgust in her eyes.
She didn't take my lunch box but just said coldly, "Sorry, I don't need it."
"Don't, Nyla," her female classmate said sarcastically.
"If you marry the eldest young master of the Tyler family, you can live comfortably as the young mistress of the Tyler family for the rest of your life. This is something that many people would beg for but cannot achieve."
Someone nearby immediately agreed, "That's right, your dad can drink as much as he wants when the time comes. I guess if he accidentally drinks to death one day, he won't beat you anymore."
The crowd watching burst into laughter.
Seeing Nyla's face getting paler and paler, I slammed the table.
"Just shut up, everyone!"
Everyone fell silent, but Nyla suddenly lowered her head and rushed out of the classroom.
I chased after her and explained hurriedly.
"I'm sorry, Nyla, don't listen to what they say. Here, take the food and remember to eat it when you're hungry after work in the evening."
She lowered her head, said nothing, just took the lunch box, and left silently.
This incident did not stay in my mind for long.
I thought she accepted my offer.
So I tried even harder to please her.
In order to go to the same university as her, I even opened the textbooks that were almost covered with cobwebs and forced myself to study hard under the devilish looks of those young masters.
After the results came out, my dad smiled so hard that his face broke. He then waved his hand and raised my living allowance to 100,000 yuan per month.
I also paid more attention to Nyla.
I began to learn how to take care of her self-esteem.
I secretly paid her tuition.
When eating, I deliberately ordered a table full of food and then said that I couldn't finish it and asked her for help.
Slowly, she and I became closer and closer.
In order to take care of her emotions, I even sponsored her childhood sweetheart and white moonlight, Lucas.
After graduation, I used money from my family to help Nyla start her own business.
Nyla was very touched. That night, when she received the money, she took the initiative to ask me out.
That night, she was very proactive.
Just when I was about to fall asleep with my arms around her, she suddenly turned her head and asked me, "Why do you want to do this? Why are you so good to me?"
Without even thinking, I answered, “Because I like you.”
Nyla didn't say anything.
Not long after, I married her.
The wedding was very sloppy because Nyla said she didn't like crowds.
None of the bride's relatives came to the wedding.
After marriage, Nyla became cold.
I didn't mind. On the contrary, I thought that as long as you put your heart into it, even an iceberg can be melted.
But I didn't expect that she was not an iceberg and that her heart was not with me at all.
She began to stay out all night frequently, and her assistant took photos of her and Lucas shopping.
I questioned her angrily, but she just looked at me coldly without saying a word.
I was almost driven crazy by her coldness, and my personality became more and more paranoid.
But Nyla was even more desperate. She couldn't be taken home.
Later, I found out that she had been with Lucas for a long time.
They had their own family, and Nyla was even pregnant with his child.
She had a happy family outside.
I was in endless pain and torture, and my life was completely wasted.
Her business grew bigger and bigger, even surpassing my dad's at one point.
I felt completely useless.
The only thing that existed was my marriage.
I'm betting my life on this, and I'm determined not to get a divorce, no matter what conditions she sets.
She destroyed me, so I won't let her go.
As long as I don't get divorced, Lucas will always be the third party.
Their children will always be viewed as illegitimate.
Although Nyla was angry, she didn't dare to sue me. After all, she was the boss of such a big company.
Once her private life is exposed, it is likely to affect the company's stock price.
I thought I would fight her to the death.
I tried to redeem myself.
But she has never been soft-hearted, not even once.
As I suffered from disappointment day after day, I became thinner and sicker.
When I was lying on the hospital bed, dying, Lucas sent me a photo.
In the photo, Nyla and Lucas were lying on the bed.
His face was full of joy.
I fainted from rage.
That day, after I woke up, my medication was changed.
I finally died tragically on the hospital bed.
My thoughts return to the present.
Hearing the sarcasm in my words, Lucas's expression froze, somewhat incredulous.
"You, what did you say?"
I shrugged, looking somewhat innocent: "Didn't you say you don't care about my dirty money?"
"I thought about it, and it's true. We are all classmates. How can I look down on you?"
I smiled and patted his shoulder: "I believe that you can realize your dream by working on your own."
As I said this, I sneered in my heart.
The situation at Lucas's home is similar to that of Nyla's.
Even worse.
His father gambled and incurred a lot of foreign debts, and his legs were broken by the debt collector.
His mother decided to divorce and remarry.
Lucas not only has to earn money for tuition, but he also has to take care of his disabled father.
Perhaps because they shared the same suffering, Nyla and he had always had a very close relationship.
The two of them grew up together almost like siblings.
When he and Nyla were getting along, he always liked to get involved.
At first, I expressed my dissatisfaction.
But Lucas continued to question me in front of Nyla.
"Nick, do you dislike me because I'm poor? Is that why you think I'm an eyesore?"
Before I could even open my mouth, Nyla immediately became unhappy.
"I'm poor too, Nick. If you think poor people are not worthy of having a meal with you, then I won't go either."
I can only compromise again and again.
But Lucas did not stop making trouble for a moment.
When he arrived at the restaurant, he looked at the door and sighed, "I'm afraid I'll never be able to come to such a remote place in my lifetime."
While eating, looking at the lobster on the table, he would say quietly: "Do you eat such delicious food every day? We are obviously not from the same world."
Nyla and I were having a great time chatting.
But he kept saying this from time to time, and Nyla couldn't laugh anymore. The atmosphere at the table became depressing and uncomfortable.
I always thought he said those things because of family reasons.
Until one time, we were climbing a mountain together. Halfway through, I stopped to rest. When I turned around to say hello to him, I accidentally met his eyes.
His face was expressionless at the time, but jealousy and resentment were surging in his eyes.
Seeing me turn around, he got a little flustered and forced a smile.
That's when I realized he hated me.
Originally, Nyla and I had a period of happy times after we got married.
That day, she won a big order from the company.
When we got home, she drunkenly hugged me and yelled:
"Husband, whatever you like, your wife will buy it for you!"
She hung around my neck and rarely acted like a spoiled child.
Even when she fell asleep at night, she was still mumbling.
"Nick, I have money now; you don't have to accommodate me anymore..."
The next afternoon, she really bought me a watch worth tens of thousands of dollars.
When the watch was handed to me, I was so moved that I was speechless for a while.
But Lucas, on the side, rolled his eyes and pulled the box away from my hand.
Then he smiled and said to Nyla: "This watch, I remember seeing Nick had one when I was in college."
"At the time, he even said that he didn't want to wear such a rubbish watch."
I don’t even remember this happening.
But Nyla's expression suddenly turned ugly; then she took the watch, turned around, and left expressionlessly.
After that day, she started to become cold.
The watch also appeared on Lucas's wrist.
He even came to show off in front of me, his eyes full of pride.
"Nick, Nyla said you didn't want it, so she gave it to me. You won't be angry, right?"
I wanted him to return it, but he immediately pretended to be aggrieved.
"You don't like it anyway, so why do you have to snatch it from me?"
Nyla immediately spoke up to defend her.
"Nick! If you don't want it, why are you fighting with him?! Do you really like to snatch other people's things?!"
I didn't think too much about it at the time; I just felt angry.
But later, I understood.
Lucas said that it was not that watch.
This is Nyla.
He felt that I was the one who snatched Nyla away from him, so he hated me so much.
"Nick, wait a minute!"
Nyla was a little flustered and grabbed my arm.
I turned around and looked at her with some confusion.
Our eyes met, and I suddenly noticed that there was something strange in her gaze.
The emotion in her eyes didn't look like that of a student, but rather like that of a shrewd businessman.
Even her voice was trembling.
"No, it shouldn't be like this; you should support me!"
"Why do you regret it? Don't you like me very much?"
The sudden change left me a little confused.
What's wrong with her?
Just a second ago, she was defending Lucas and glaring at me.
But now she looks at me with such pleading eyes.
Is she ill?
I didn't think too much about it. I just wanted to keep my distance from her for the rest of my life.
"Let go."
I wanted to push her away, but she hugged me even tighter, and her eyes gradually became moist.
"Why?"
"Don't you like me anymore?"
I frowned. "Nyla, I don't understand what you are saying."
But she was even more frantic.
"You support me! You can't not support me!"
My temper flared up all of a sudden.
"You just said that I sponsored you and humiliated you. What do you mean now?"
"I've seen people who eat gigolos, but I've never seen people who eat gigolos and act like a boss. Nyla, you're really shameless!"
Lucas, on the side, was dumbfounded.
When did I ever speak to Nyla in this tone?
No wonder he was surprised.
After all, in this timeline of my previous life, I was in love with Nyla, and my love for her was extremely humble.
I spoke every word carefully, for fear of hurting her poor self-esteem.
But now, I don’t care at all.
I shook off Nyla's arm with force.
"Nyla, who do you think you are?"
"I'm just being kind and helping you, but that doesn't mean I need to take any responsibility for you!"
With a look of disdain on my face, I snatched the bank card from Lucas's hand.
The experiences in my previous life made me see these two people clearly.
She is so cruel and ungrateful that she repays kindness with evil.
I was blind to fall in love with her.
I turned and went to the door.
Unexpectedly, Nyla did not chase after me, but there was no trace of blood on her face.
I didn't stay any longer and walked away.
There is three hundred thousand in Lucas’s bank card.
It was originally enough to cover their tuition and living expenses.
But now...
I immediately used the card to make some revenge purchases.
If you waste your money on these two people, you will end up with a bad reputation.
Might as well buy yourself some presents.
In my previous life, Nyla never gave me anything except that watch.
No matter what holiday.
Be it a birthday or an anniversary.
Every time, I would prepare the gifts carefully in advance.
But she always came back empty-handed.
When asked, she just said she don’t remember.
But Lucas had more and more luxury items on him.
From a man who couldn't even afford new clothes he suddenly became a rich young man.
Nyla was very generous to him.
From tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.
As for why I know this, it’s because every time Lucas receives a gift, he will show it off in front of me.
"Nick, look, this is the gift Nyla bought for me when she went on a business trip abroad. What about you? What did you receive?"
He asked without knowing the answer, with a provocative smile on his face.
"You don't have anything, do you?"
This is also one of the conflicts between Nyla and me.
Thinking about it now, I suddenly feel stupid.
I am so rich, why do I have to ask others to give me gifts?
Whatever I want, I am fully capable of buying myself.
I bought myself a $300,000 watch and spent tens of thousands of dollars on a shopping spree in the mall.
In the evening, I drove back to school.
As soon as I got off the bus, I saw Nyla and Lucas eating at a stall outside the school gate.
I naturally raised my hand to greet them.
There was no expression on Nyla's face.
But Lucas stared at the new watch on my wrist, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
There was a deep layer of jealousy in his eyes.
Without my support, he would be just a pauper now.
The clothes on my body are all pilling, but I still can't bear to change them.
I ignored him and planned to leave.
But he caught up.
"Nick, wait a minute."
I turned around and asked in confusion: "What's the matter?"
He didn't answer, his eyes still lingering on my wrist.
"Nick, you are really rich."
He almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
"This watch, is it Vacheron Constantin? This watch is enough to pay our tuition and living expenses for several years, wow."
He glanced at Nyla, sighed, and pretended to be casual and said: "We are obviously not from the same world."
Whenever he said this before, I would try my best to defend myself.
But because of my poor tongue, it would only make the situation more embarrassing and make Nyla even more unhappy.
I smiled coldly.
"Lucas, I see that you have all your limbs intact, and you don't look like someone with a bad brain. Do you only now realize the gap between you and me?"
His expression froze.
I continued to speak to myself: "I live in a 500-square-foot single-family villa, and you live in a 10-square-foot prefabricated steel house in a suburban village. We are not from the same world."
Lucas's face suddenly turned pale, and his originally handsome facial features became hideous and distorted.
I walked up to him and spoke each word clearly.
"Besides, you have to believe that you will never be part of the same world as me."
"Jealousy will not get you my wealth, ever."
Lucas reacted and subconsciously acted pitiful in front of Nyla beside him.
"Nyla, how could he..."
I scoffed and shook my head.
"Lucas, besides being weird around women, what else can you do?"
"You are like a maggot in the gutter. You and Nyla are the same. You just make me feel sick!"
…
After scolding that person harshly, I felt much relieved from the anger in my heart.
Ignoring the person's ugly face, I went to the dormitory happily.
I have also thought about taking revenge on that person, but the drugging incident has not happened yet in this life.
I did not receive the evidence.
Besides, I don't want to waste too much time on such ungrateful trash.
In my previous life, I wasted too much time on these two people.
In this life, I just want to stay away from them and enjoy life.
I want to start a new life.
But I wanted to stay away from them, but they haunted me like a dog-skin plaster.
About three days later, a good friend came to me and smiled with a look of gloating.
"Brother Nick, do you know how miserable Nyla and Lucas have been these past two days?"
"Without your financial support, they can hardly even pay their tuition fees now."
"Nyla now works three jobs a day. Lucas's pants have torn crotch, and he has no money to buy a new pair of pants. He has a patch on the crotch every day. It makes me laugh to death."
I smiled softly: "That's indeed pitiful."
As a result, Lucas arrived.
He stood in front of me, looking excited.
"Nick! Why don't you support Nyla?!"
"She has such good grades and is a future pillar of the country. If she is delayed because of tuition fees, can you bear the responsibility?!"
I almost got pissed off.
According to what he said, do I have to be responsible for every person who has good grades?
Sure enough, this is the kind of character they have.
You want other people's money, but you also want your so-called self-esteem.
He is the type of person who eats with the bowl in his hands and curses when he puts the bowl down.
To call him shameless is an understatement.
"Her good grades, what does that have to do with me?"
I looked at him suspiciously.
"It's not like she's studying for me anymore, and I'm not her father."
"you!"
Lucas's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
"Are you insulting us poor people?!"
His voice was so loud that classmates gathered around him one after another.
Lucas became even more excited, pointing at my nose with longing in his eyes.
"You have money to buy a watch worth three hundred thousand, so what's wrong with you giving us some money?"
"Are you so selfish? Would you rather spend money on useless things like this than to help those in need?!"
He probably wanted to take advantage of people's hatred of the rich and attempted to condemn me from a moral high ground.
But not everyone is like Nyla, who is brainwashed by his theory.
Before I could say anything, my friend sneered.
"If you want money so badly, you can go to the red-light district and sell your ass. Even though you're ugly, if the price is low, there will always be people who will be interested in you."
My friend's family conditions are similar to mine.
His attack power is much stronger than mine.
He looked disdainful.
"I've never seen anything like this before. You look like you have all your limbs and kidneys intact, but how dare you ask others for money? What's wrong? Is my brother Nick your biological father?"
"Show me the paternity test."
Lucas's face turned red because of the rebuke. He always liked to cause trouble for others, commonly known as a pervert.
Although others were angry, they didn't have much to do with him.
But today, I happened to meet a reckless man like my friend.
For a moment, he stood there in a daze, stammering and unable to utter a single word.
The classmates around also echoed.
"That's right! If you don't have money, you can apply for a scholarship."
"I've seen so many things in my life. I've seen people who eat gigolos, but I've never seen people who eat gigolos and act like a boss."
Lucas was panicked. He never expected that everyone would stand on my side.
I was not at all surprised by this scene.
After all, I invite friends to dinner every few days.
Even at parties and the like, they would be willing to pay.
My classmates would naturally talk to me.
Look at the guy singing again.
What else does he have besides Nyla?
There is nothing he can do to win me over.
It is because my heart and eyes were filled with Nyla in my previous life that I would let this kind of clown jump around in front of me.
Just when Lucas was so angry that he pointed at my nose and was about to spit shit at me, Nyla suddenly came.
Seeing this, Lucas swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and hurried over to complain.
"Nyla, look at Nick. I just want him to stop wasting money and help you."
"It would have been fine if he didn't agree, but he teamed up with the people around him to humiliate me in various ways."
As he said this, he looked at me with an expression filled with righteous indignation.
"Nick, you can look down on me, but everything I said was for Nyla. She is so outstanding and should not be buried!"
Looking at his pretentious appearance, I suddenly felt extremely annoyed.
This person is like a dung beetle landing on you, even though you can bounce it off in an instant.
But the stench just lingers.
Nyla frowned.
"You scolded him?"
I raised my eyebrows slightly.
"Yes, any comments?"
I thought she would protect Lucas in every way like she did before.
But to my surprise, she was not angry this time.
Instead, she spoke in a tone that was so gentle that it was almost flattering.
"No problem. If you scold him, it means he must have done something wrong."
She turned her head and said to Lucas calmly: "Nick is not the kind of unreasonable person, Lucas, apologize to him!"
I frowned, quite surprised.
Lucas was even more dumbfounded. After a long time, he stammered and spoke.
"Nyla, what did you say?"
Nyla showed impatience on her face.
"I told you to apologize!"
Lucas took a step back, shocked and angry: "How could you do this?! I'm obviously helping you!"
Watching the confrontation between the two, I suddenly felt that Nyla in front of me was a little strange.
For a moment, I even wondered if she had been reborn as well.
But soon, I rejected this idea.
After all, in the last life, Nyla hated me so much that she even poisoned me to death.
How could you possibly talk to me in this life?
She must have some conspiracy!
I distanced myself from them, not wanting to get entangled with them.
But Nyla followed with a hurt look on her face.
"Nick... I know I was wrong before. I apologize to you."
"Can we be together? I promise to love you forever."
She was quite emotional, and at the end her voice was choked with sobs.
Simply ridiculous.
In my previous life, I devoted my whole life just for her words.
But until my death, I never got what I wanted.
If I listened to her in this life, what would all my efforts in my previous life be worth?
What are my painful experiences?
I smiled sarcastically, not trying to hide my disgust.
"Together? Why do you think you can do that?"
"Nyla, a noble person knows it himself!"
"My watch is enough for you to work for ten years, why do you want to be with me?"
Didn't she always feel that I was humiliating her?
Then I will fulfill her wish and let her see what humiliation is!
When Nyla heard what I said, her face turned pale instantly.
She said hurriedly: "I am not worthy of you now, but I will definitely be rich in the future, please give me some time..."
She was not wrong, she might indeed be rich in the future.
What does it have to do with me?
I shook my head in disdain.
"Nyla, remember, even if you become the richest man in the world, I will not be with you!"
I turned and left, but Nyla's distraught gaze remained on me.
Although I don't know what she wants.
As long as you don't disturb me, it doesn't matter.
Nick, who loved her regardless of everything, is dead.
Without my financial support, Nyla and Lucas had a miserable life.
Her entrepreneurial project had no financial support and would never succeed.
Lucas is even more of a loser, so poor that he almost has to sell his blood.
With the help of my parents, I met my childhood friend Emma.
After not seeing her for many years, she has grown into a beautiful young lady. As soon as she saw me, she made eyes at me.
"What's up? I heard you got dumped?"
Before I could even open my mouth, she was filled with indignation.
"If you ask me, that woman is just ignorant and self-righteous. You should just stop and cut your losses in time."
I gave her a helpless look without explaining.
She felt boring, so she sat next to me and put her arms around my neck carelessly.
"Let's go, have a few drinks?"
I didn't refuse.
In the bar, Emma was very happy and kept urging me to drink.
I accepted all the offers and instead enjoyed the long-lost relaxation.
"Nick, I'm so glad you woke up."
Emma's eyes were blurry with drunkenness.
"You don't even know it. When I saw you looking so pathetic, I was almost dying of anxiety!"
I smiled bitterly and didn't say anything.
I was indeed a coward in the past.
For Nyla, I am willing to endure anything.
At that time, Nyla had just become pregnant.
I thought she would calm down after having a child.
But later I found out that the child was Lucas's.
I wanted to commit suicide at one point.
After Emma found out, she went to the house and grabbed Nyla's hair and started beating her.
"Nyla! You bitch! Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?!"
"Nick loves you so much, why are you with another man?!"
After that, Emma never contacted me again.
After three rounds of drinks, Emma's face turned red and she came up to me and asked in a low voice.
"You really don't like her anymore?"
I was silent for a while.
Nodded.
"Yeah, I was blind before."
After living my life again, I finally realized that sometimes one-sided love cannot solve a problem.
Nyla and I were born differently, received different educations, and were not a good match.
She was restricted by her original family, her body was full of thorns, she was sensitive, inferior and indifferent.
I have lived a wealthy life since I was a child, and I have enough confidence to love someone regardless of everything.
I thought love could overcome all difficulties in the world.
But little did he know that a person like Nyla could not be changed by sincerity alone.
Just when I was about to clink glasses with Emma, I was suddenly hit hard from behind.
I turned around and saw Nyla standing behind me with a grim expression and red eyes.
"What do you mean?"
I shot her an impatient look.
"I said I was blind, what?"
Nyla's expression became crazy and she dragged me out the door.
I was worried about causing trouble to others, so I didn't get rid of it.
When she got to the door, she stared at me, pretending to be crazy.
"You clearly said you loved me and that you would never leave me. Could it be that you were lying to me?!"
I was stunned.
I said these words when I married her in my previous life.
How could she know in this life?
The next second, I reacted immediately.
"Nyla, you are also reborn, right?"
Nyla lowered her head in silence.
The wind blew up from all sides, sweeping us all up in it.
Occasionally a vehicle passed by, making a whistling sound, and the headlights made her face flicker.
"Nyla, how can you be so embarrassed?"
How dare she come to me and question me about this after doing such a thing in her previous life?
I kept my words in my previous life, but what was the result?
I loved her all my life, but I died with my eyes open.
In this life, I have finally gotten rid of the past.
But she appeared in front of me again, as if to remind me that I could never get rid of those tragic pasts.
There was a flash of panic in Nyla's eyes.
"Listen to my explanation. I, I know I was too stupid in my previous life. It was only after you died that I realized I was deeply in love with you. I, I will definitely make it up to you..."
Bang!
I raised my hand and slapped her, knocking her to the ground.
Our eyes met, and I gritted my teeth, speaking each word with emphasis.
"Don't you feel ashamed?!"
How could she have the nerve to ask me to forgive her so easily after hurting me like that?
She shamelessly said she loved me.
Blood flowed from the corner of Nyla's mouth. She got up from the ground with a calm expression.
"If it helps you calm down, go ahead and hit me!"
"Nick, come to me. It's okay if you want to hit me or scold me, but please don't leave me."
She lowered her head and her voice trembled.
"In my previous life, I was too self-abased. I thought you were being nice to me just to have fun with me. I didn't dare to like you, nor did I dare to accept it."
"It's my fault. I beg you, please come to me."
I can't bear it anymore.
"Why didn't you think of this when you poisoned me?"
"Poison?"
Nyla was stunned.
I looked at her jokingly: "Don't tell me you forgot."
"You asked the housekeeper to change my medicine, right?"
The woman I loved killed me for another man.
Nyla hurriedly explained: "I didn't! Yes, Lucas said that it was a special medicine, so..."
She couldn't continue and her face turned pale.
I had mixed feelings, but there weren't too many ups and downs.
At this point, there is no point in worrying about who the murderer is.
If Nyla hadn't hate me again and again, Lucas wouldn't have had the courage to attack me.
It doesn't matter who the murderer is.
The important thing is, I just want to stay away from her for the rest of my life.
A gust of wind blew, and the rain fell unexpectedly.
Nyla stood in the rain, her face covered with water droplets, she couldn't tell whether they were tears or raindrops.
"Nick, please give me another chance..."
"Why?"
I questioned coldly.
"You and him did everything you were supposed to do in your previous life, and you even had his child. Do you want me to pretend it never happened?"
Nyla stopped talking.
After a long while, he spoke with difficulty: "Yes, he got me drunk..."
I smiled softly and said nothing more.
"You are the only one I like..."
Just at this moment, a gloomy male voice suddenly sounded from a dark corner.
"Then what am I?"
It’s the sound of a that guy.
He was soaking wet and his face was expressionless.
"You like him, so what am I?"
"I've been with you for so many years, what does it mean?"
Nyla clenched her fists fiercely, her eyes filled with hatred.
"If you hadn't caused discord between Nick and me, we wouldn't have come to this point!"
Lucas laughed.
"I instigate?"
"Nyla, if it weren't for your pitiful self-esteem, how would I have the opportunity to provoke you?"
"It was you who always tried every possible way to make him jealous, to prove that he loved you, to satisfy your own sickness, but now you say that I instigated it?"
Nyla's face turned pale and she said nothing.
Lucas tilted his head and looked at me, his eyes full of confusion.
"Nick."
"You obviously have everything, why do you want to snatch Nyla from me?"
Before I could say anything, he started talking to himself.
"You have a good family background, you look good, everyone loves you, everyone surrounds you and praises you."
"So many people like you, why do you want to compete with me?"
As he spoke, he became more and more excited.
"She's all I have! She's all I have! Why are you trying to snatch her from me?!"
"You obviously have everything!"
He suddenly rushed over, pulled out his hand from behind his back, and a sharp dagger flashed a menacing cold light under the light.
"Go to hell!"
In the hospital, I looked at Nyla lying on the hospital bed, and I couldn’t describe how I felt.
Lucas's knife didn't hurt me in the end.
At the critical moment, Nyla rushed out to block the knife.
"Nick, are you okay?"
Nyla opened her eyes and smiled weakly.
I didn't say anything, but asked back: "That's your husband in your previous life, what are you going to do?"
She was silent.
He coughed a few times, as if the wound had been disturbed, and his brows furrowed.
After a long moment, she spoke hoarsely.
"I know I'm sorry, Nick."
Her voice became choked.
"If, if I am willing to change, you..."
"impossible."
I interrupted her.
"I died because of you in my last life, and you took the knife for me in this life. We are done for each other. I don't want to have anything to do with you in the future!"
Her eyes were red and her voice was crying.
"But you said you would love me forever..."
I felt deeply tired and sighed.
"That was in my last life. During those decades, my love was completely consumed by you."
I stood up and left, and she cried and screamed behind me.
"You said you would love me!"
I paused and whispered, "I don't love you anymore."
I strode away, listening to the wailing gradually fade away until I could no longer hear it.
…
Later, Lucas was sentenced to nine years in prison for attempted murder.
The school also expelled him.
His bedridden father died in bed because no one took care of him.
I was not present on the day of the trial.
Needless to say, I can guess why Lucas attacked me.
It would be more accurate to say that he was jealous rather than doing it for Nyla.
Jealous I have everything.
So he tried every means to keep Nyla by his side.
To prove that he can beat me.
But when he found out that Nyla was taken away by me, he went crazy.
After Lucas was imprisoned, I hired someone to take good care of him in prison.
I haven't settled the debt with him from my previous life yet.
About three years later, Emma and I got married.
On the wedding day, the assistant came over with an envelope.
"Mr. Tyler, there is a bank card in this envelope. It is real, but there is no name on it. Please see..."
I immediately guessed who sent it.
Emma chuckled beside him.
"It's a good thing. If someone offers money, just accept it."
There was only a single word in the envelope.
"If you regret it, come find me, I will always be waiting for you here."
Emma sneered: "So affectionate."
I threw the letter into the trash can.
"Let's go, everyone is waiting for us."
