Love Story4–Chapter 1
“You’re the leech who took advantage of my absence while I was abroad?”
Elsie Alison strode toward me, her face filled with arrogance, as though I were nothing more than an ant in her eyes.
I knew her story well. She was Troy Kayden’s childhood sweetheart, and their relationship had always been one of ambiguous affection–more than friends but not quite lovers. In simpler terms, they were caught in a web of flirtation.
After Elsie confessed her feelings to Troy and got rejected, she left the country. Back then, Troy and I attended the same university, and rumors were rife that Troy had been dumped by his childhood. companion. He never addressed the gossip or denied it.
In fact, it was Troy who pursued me.
I was drawn to his looks, his tenacious personality, and his passionate persistence, which eventually. moved me to say yes. Before that, I had plenty of admirers, but I was broke–too busy starting my own business to afford a relationship. I turned down many suitors for this reason.
After I accepted Troy’s confession, new whispers emerged: people claimed I was wearing Elsie’s “old
shoes.” Others speculated that Troy was chasing me just to prove something to himself, as I was notoriously hard to win over.
I’m not one to leave things unsaid, so I confronted him directly.
At the time, he was half–asleep, lazily snuggling against me like a big puppy. Annoyed, he muttered,
“What kind of man with bad intentions wouldn’t even know how to undo a bra?”
That remark dissolved my doubts completely.
When Troy and I started dating, he genuinely knew nothing.
We dated for four years, but his family disapproved of our relationship after graduation. They even detained me, throwing wads of cash–five million in total–at me, demanding I take the money and leave him.
I’didn’t take a single cent. Eventually, Troy rescued me and even threatened to end his own life if they didn’t accept us. Finally, he dragged me to the registry office to get married.
I could see the intensity of his love for me and the deep affection in his eyes.
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From then on, I vowed to be the best wife I could, pouring my heart and soul into our marriage.
Later, I became successful. Three highly profitable mobile games brought me immense wealth.
But every time I tried to share my achievements with him, he would say, “We’re from different worlds. I won’t share my world with you, and you don’t need to share your success with me. Our love is enough.”
He even refused my proposal to have a wedding ceremony.
Bluntly, he told me, “Rachel, no matter how wealthy you are, in my family’s eyes, or in the eyes of my social circle, you’ll never be a good match. There’s no need for a wedding. I don’t want you to be humiliated.”
Over time, I stopped sharing my life with him, and he never took an interest in my career.
Back then, I thought he was protecting me from humiliation. But now, it seemed he thought I was the source of his embarrassment.
I looked at his hands–hands that had just washed another woman’s feet–and felt a wave of bitter irony.
He always claimed to have a germophobia, so I never let him do anything that would dirty his hands.
And yet here he was, washing another woman’s feet–someone he once had a romantic connection
with.
I took a deep breath, then smiled and said to Elsie, “I may have stepped in, but who’s the leech is up for debate.”
Elsie raised an eyebrow. “Are you calling me a leech?”
Before I could respond, Troy walked over.
With his wet hands, he shoved me backward, leaving damp marks on my blazer.
“Rachel, you don’t belong here. Go home!”
His voice was as cold as ice, as if he were chasing away a stray dog.
I looked at him deeply and said, “Enjoy yourselves.”
I wanted so badly to tell him that this private manor, now open to the public, was mine. If I didn’t belong here, then no one did.
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But I held back. It was meaningless now.
had already decided to divorce him, to leave him with the last shred of dignity.
As I turned to leave, Elsie chased after me, blocking my
at the corridor.
“You’re already here; why not let this country bumpkin broaden her horizons?”
She turned to Troy and asked, “Troy, you wouldn’t reject my suggestion, would you?”
I glanced at Troy, thinking he wouldn’t deliberately leave me here to be humiliated.
“Let her stay,” Troy said, once again defying my expectations.
