Unrepairable Love

Chapter 486

Esme couldn’t accept it. She stormed over to Alexander and slammed the door shut just as he was about to open it. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head, crying her heart out.

“But don’t you feel any pity for me, Alexander? How many years have I been by your side? If I didn’t do this, when would you ever notice me?” Her sobs were gut-wrenching.

Alexander stayed unmoved. He thought, I can’t feel for Esme, even though she’s loved me for years! She’s the one who messed up my life! Her love is selfish and unreasonable. I don’t need that kind of love. She’s just moved by her own actions!

“I did try to save you. But I was just a step too late.” Esme looked down, tears falling.

She always wanted to surpass Elizabeth. But when it came to Alexander, she was always a step behind. There was this rumor back in med school that Alexander and Elizabeth were meant to be together.

Esme didn’t buy it at first. But as she kept finding herself one step behind Elizabeth, she started to believe it. Even though Alexander knew Esme was the one who saved him, he still married Elizabeth as promised.

“Esme, let go of me.” Alexander’s voice was ice-cold. “If you know what’s good for you, get out of here right now!”

Esme’s heart shattered. She had spent so much time on him. In the end, all she got was Alexander telling her to get out.

Esme lifted her tear-streaked face, but it didn’t stir any sympathy in Alexander. She clung to his sleeve, shaking her head, refusing to let go. Because she knew that if she let go of Alexander today, there would be no more chances for them.

This was a love she had stolen. Alexander was supposed to be with Elizabeth. She was the one who broke up their marriage.

“Alexander.” Esme’s fingers turned white, but finally, Alexander shook her off. She stumbled back, losing her balance and hitting her head against the wall.

“Don’t call me. You just make me sick!” Alexander’s glare was ice-cold, and his words cut deep. Esme looked up, only to see him walk away without a backward glance. The room fell silent, and Esme’s sobs echoed louder. A few patients and doctors passing by glanced in, seeing her tear-streaked face. Her tears kept falling, nails digging into her palms, almost tearing her own flesh.

Esme thought, I hate Nolan! Why couldn’t he keep it a secret? I also hate Elizabeth. Why couldn’t I get rid of her no matter what? She hated everyone, except herself. She believed she deserved praise for fighting for the love she wanted.

Esme couldn’t help but laugh out loud. When Henry arrived, she looked at him and finally broke down, crying out, “Henry!”