Chapter 4

That night, I didn't sleep a wink.

Tears that I hadn't shed even when I was bullied and beaten at the orphanage soaked my pillow that night.

My thoughts returned to the present.

It started raining heavily outside, and the damp air made the wound on my thigh ache dully.

I propped myself up and walked into the guest room to pack my clothes.

Olivia was a light sleeper. To let her sleep well, I had been staying in the guest room almost every day, rarely disturbing her.

Halfway through packing, a photo fell to the ground.

It was our first photo together at eighteen.

I picked it up and looked at it for a long time, then tore it in half and threw it in the trash.

Come to think of it, I hadn't received much kindness over the years.

That's why I had made Olivia my emotional support.

I had been wandering since childhood, struggling alone in society for many years.

While washing dishes in a kitchen, I happened to encounter Olivia, who was almost abducted.

Her parents had fled abroad with her brother to avoid debts due to failed business investments.

They left her alone to face the creditors.

I initially wanted to ignore it, but she looked so pitiful crying.

I couldn't bring myself to abandon her, so I grabbed an iron shovel nearby and confronted the thugs.

My reckless behavior scared off those debt-collecting hooligans.

When I came to my senses, my eyes were already covered with warm blood.

Eighteen-year-old Olivia, wearing a white dress, hugged me, trembling and begging me not to die.

She cried beautifully, stirring the long-dried softness in my heart.

I used all the money I had saved over the years to support her through college.

I switched to working at construction sites, doing the hardest and most tiring jobs.

I thought that if I had Olivia for the rest of my life, it wouldn't matter if I couldn't find my parents.

Later, she graduated smoothly and joined a financial company.

In less than three years, she became a big name in the industry and established her own studio.

I hid outside her company building, the dust on my body making me afraid to approach that moonlight.

But in front of everyone, she flew into my arms like a butterfly.

I just never expected that under the influence of power and money, even the high-hanging moon would become dim.

I never questioned true love, but true love can change in an instant.

Fortunately, it was only eight years.

I could afford to lose.