Husband plans to kill me Chapter 308

Ever since Kelly moved in to help with the kids, I've become more and more dependent on her.

It's even worse than when I was a kid!

If I don't come home and see Kelly every day, I feel uneasy, like I've lost my anchor.

This feeling has only gotten stronger since Gerald passed away. Back then, I was married and thought Brandon was my forever.

I believed he'd give me a safe and loving home, so I never imagined he'd betray me!

That's why, when I was bedridden, my first thought wasn't to go back to Kelly to recover. Instead, I was stuck in that villa, living a dark and hopeless life...

Thinking about it makes my heart ache, and I can't help but hug Kelly tightly.

I hold her neck and whisper into her shoulder, "Mom, being back with you makes me so happy."

"...Didn't I just tell you not to be so mushy? Now you're getting even more ridiculous."

Kelly rubs my head, sensing my emotions, and hugs me tightly.

Finally, she sighs and says, "Don't dwell on the past. What's important is the present and the future."

Her gentle hand strokes my head.

"I know you've been through a lot these past few years, but constantly immersing yourself in past pain won't help you move forward."

Kelly rarely talks to me about life philosophies, so she must have noticed my emotional instability.

I nod vigorously, "Mom, I understand. I just need some time to process and sort things out."

"I'll give you time, but don't talk about these things in front of me anymore. It makes me sad too."

Kelly rocks me gently, just like when I was a child.

"I'm just happy and content. I'm not trying to bring up sad memories..."

I can't cry in Kelly's arms.

I just silently shed a few tears.

Kelly seems afraid of seeing me cry.

After a while, Kelly gives me a few more serious reminders, then pushes me away and lovingly wipes my tears with her thumb.

"You know, when you were born, you cried a lot. The doctors and nurses all remembered you. In the nursery, your cries were the loudest."

I can't help but laugh, "Really?"

"Of course. During that time, whenever the doctors and nurses came to see me, they would say, 'Oh, you're the mother of the crying baby.'"

I laugh, "I must have been quite the crier!"

"Absolutely. Your dad and I didn't have any other wishes for you when you were little. We just hoped you would grow up happy and not cry so much."

Kelly takes my hand and leads me back to the couch.

Our cat, Nala, jumps up and snuggles comfortably on the couch next to us.

She finds a good spot, leaning against the soft cushion.

Kelly tries to pick Nala up, but Nala wriggles free and moves further away to sleep comfortably.

I look at Nala and smile at my mom, "Nala never liked being held, only occasionally when she's feeling affectionate."

"But she loves sleeping close to people!"

Kelly looks at Nala and then starts reminiscing about my childhood.

"You were such a sensible kid. You never gave us much trouble. Later on, we realized you were pretty stubborn, always making your own decisions. We missed a lot of time taking care of you, and maybe that's why you ended up with Brandon..."

She sighs, "Your dad and I often wonder, if we had been more attentive when you were little, talked to you more, watched over you closely, maybe you wouldn't have gone through all this?"

I quickly shake my head, "Mom, don't say that."

"From the past to now, being able to start over, being back with Royce, feels like a dream. That's why I often talk to you about these things!"

"Sometimes I think maybe it's fate. If God didn't want me to continue living, why give me a chance to escape? If God didn't want me to be happy, why arrange for me to reunite with Royce?"

Now, my mindset is much more open.

"I think the important thing in life is the journey. Gerald wanted me to be happy, so no matter what, I'll keep moving forward."

Kelly looks at me for a while, then covers her face. Seeing her shoulders shake, I know my words have made her cry.

We laugh and cry together until Zola comes in to clean the room. She looks at us, a bit startled, "What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing, just talking about the past..."

Kelly quickly composes herself and stands up to check on the kids.

I also get ready for bed.

Tomorrow morning, I need to go to the office to check on the flower arrangements.

The next morning, Royce is waiting downstairs to pick me up.

I get in the car and naturally greet him, "Good morning."

Royce's hand rests casually on the steering wheel, his wrist bones prominent. I glance at it, feeling an unexpected attraction.

"You seem much more enthusiastic towards me now," Royce says.

Hearing this, I can't help but turn to him, "Was I not enthusiastic enough before?"

"Not as much as now."

The atmosphere suddenly becomes ambiguous, and I realize "enthusiastic" might have more meanings.

I touch my nose and quickly look away, "Maybe it's because you're still in your probation period."

"Before, you didn't even meet the company's entry requirements."

Royce smiles helplessly, "Alright, alright. I'll wait for my evaluation and official position in a month."

Based on Royce's current performance, I think his official position is almost guaranteed.

But for some reason, I selfishly want to extend this process.

So I hold back the urge to promise him the position right away.

Some things need to be experienced to be truly appreciated.

Thinking about what I talked about with Kelly last night, my mood brightens again.

When we arrive at the office, Royce says he has other things to do and won't come up to help, but he hopes I can share the investigation results with him.