After the Eight Years of Love I Gave Up
Chapter 20

Book 2 - Chapter 10

The next day, I slept until I woke up naturally.

After a simple breakfast, I sat at the desk reorganizing materials.

Preparing for tomorrow's interview.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted me. Opening the door, it was Louis, and... Edwin. "Mom." Seeing me, Edwin's eyes were a bit red.

I frowned, not understanding Louis's intention.

"How did you find this place?"

Louis blocked the hallway, his expression cold.

"I came to see what good life you could live after leaving me."

I rolled my eyes, about to close the door directly.

But he quickly used his foot to block the door gap.

"What do you really want to do?" I asked, rubbing my forehead, very impatient.

Louis's face darkened, he retorted:

"If Edwin didn't want to see you, do you think I would come to this broken place?"

"Eliza, have I not given you enough money?"

Louis is indeed a scumbag, but as a rich young master, he is very generous.

In these years, no matter how badly he treated me, there was one thing.

He never owed me anything materially.

Even after breaking up, my assets were no less than ten million.

Thinking of money, my expression softened a bit.

"Come in then."

Louis's face looked a bit better.

It was originally a small apartment of less than forty square meters, and it was filled with my books, making it look even more cramped. Louis sat on the small sofa with a cold face, unwillingly.

This was probably the first time in his more than thirty years that he was so embarrassed.

Picking up a book and looking at it, Louis was stunned for a moment.

"I thought you had long lost interest in these things."

I took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, heated it, and handed it to Edwin.

"Alright, you've seen me, if there's nothing else, take Edwin and go back."

Edwin hugged the milk, looking uncertainly towards Louis.

Louis put Edwin on his lap, his tone low.

"Eliza, can we really not go back to how we were before?"

"How were we before?" I leaned against the sofa, my expression lazy.

"Continue to be your Mrs. Wood in name only?"

"Forget it, I'm tired of it."

Edwin seemed to understand our conversation topic.

"Mom, I was wrong, come back home with dad."

Seeing the caution on his face, I stroked his head.

"You didn't do anything wrong, it's mom who wasn't good."

"Mom didn't know how to resist before, you grew up with grandma, it's normal that you're not close to mom."

"Adult matters shouldn't involve you."

When I first heard Edwin say he didn't like me, I blamed him, even hated him.

But gradually, I understood. He's only a six-year-old child.

He doesn't know right from wrong yet.

What he says and does are all taught by adults.

If Edwin had been raised by me and didn't love me, of course I could hate him.

But Edwin wasn't.

In the end, I should be the one who owes him.

If back then, I could have been a bit braver, resisted Louis's mother's decision, Edwin could have had a mother's companionship and all her love like a normal child. Louis left with Edwin. As he was leaving, he said:

"Eliza, do you know? Sometimes I feel like you never loved me at all".