Chapter 44 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

It would be fine if he had not asked her. The moment he asked her, the unhealed wound in Niamh’s heart was split open. Blood started pouring out from it profusely.

She looked at Kendrick who asked her this question all of a sudden in amusement. “Just like you said, Mr. Waldburg. She’s dead, so why bother asking? Would she come back to life?”

“Niamh, answer me.”

Kendrick looked at Niamh who had a fake smile on her face. Her heart was being clamped tightly by an invisible pair of pliers.

“Mr. Waldburg, you’re such an expert at sprinkling salt on someone else’s wound.” Niamh smiled sarcastically, her red eyes drenched with tears. She could not see Kendrick’s face anymore. “Kendrick, it’s been so many years. I can get past you yelling at me, hurting me, or hating me. However, do you know what’s the cruelest thing you’ve ever done to me?

“You give me the hope of waiting. However, in the end, it turned out it was all my wishful thinking, and this entire time, I was showering affection on an uninterested party. You’re the one calling out another woman’s name when we’re in bed. And it was also you who hired people to induce labor on our premature child before turning her into ashes.”

After she said that, she felt the air around her plummeting into silence.

She could clearly hear her and Kendrick’s hearts beating. They were beating slowly with no particular rhythm. Of course, how would his heartbeat be in sync with hers?

She allowed her tears to drench the pillow as she remembered the promise they made when they were young and innocent. Niamh smiled bitterly and sobbed. “Kendrick, I won’t deny that I still have feelings for you and I’m still obsessed with you. However, these feelings aren’t love anymore, but rather, it’s hate.

“Kendrick Waldburg, I hate you!” she repeated. Her previous obsession and unforgettable memories had all crashed and burnt.

If there was still anything she could not part with nor forget, it was the naivety and innocence that she used to have. She had believed naively when he said he would take her as his bride…

Niamh closed her eyes in exhaustion. She was tired. She was so tired that she did not want to love anymore.

Kendrick, in a trance-like state, looked at Niamh who was not looking at him any longer. He felt as if a million needles were stabbing his heart at the same time. He had never felt as uncomfortable as this before.

He turned around lifelessly and lay down next to her. His hands reached over and held Niamh’s body inch by inch. However, it was as if he was unable to warm her up despite putting his skin against hers.

When Niamh was about to fall asleep, she heard Kendrick say in her ear, “Niamh, stop lying to yourself. You still love me.”

Did she?

Niamh asked herself and fell asleep tiredly. She was back in her childhood days in her dream.

The beach, shells, and the boy who ran with his back toward her on the beach.

However, this beautiful memory had turned into a wound that could not be healed. It was never going to recover or heal.

The next morning, Niamh’s biological clock woke her up on time.

She remembered what happened last night and could not help but feel a pain in her heart. However, after that, she felt ironic and pathetic.

The culprit who made her all battered and bruised had asked her that question pretentiously.

Niamh got out of bed and cleaned up. She put on some light makeup to hide her haggardness.

She thought the clothes and necessities in this room would have been replaced by Nevaeh’s things long ago. However, Niamh found out that nothing had changed in the closet. Her clothes from three years ago were still hanging in there neatly.

She was stuck in a daze for a moment. Then, she grabbed random pieces of clothing and put them on before going downstairs.

When she went downstairs, she saw Kendrick in the living room.

“You’re awake.” His voice was devoid of all temperature.

Niamh smiled with her lips pressed tightly together. “Were you expecting me to sleep forever, Mr. Waldburg?”

Clank! Niamh saw Kendrick throwing his spoon in agitation.

Had she crossed him again?

Niamh smiled. When she was about to leave, she saw Kendrick looking over at her. “Come have breakfast.”

What?

Niamh stopped in her tracks in disbelief.

When had he ever talked to her in such a gentle tone and when had she ever eaten alone with him, especially when it was such a heartfelt breakfast?

“Madam, your breakfast is ready.” Mrs. Hughes smiled at Niamh benevolently.

After hesitating, Niamh walked over.

She looked at the dining table. There were bowls of cereal and plates of toasts along with some of Mrs. Hughes’ homemade bread. Niamh liked this spread of typical breakfast food.

“Sit here.” Kendrick pulled out the chair next to him.

Glancing at him, she said, “No, it’s too near. I’m afraid that I might dirty you, Mr. Waldburg.”

Then, she sat down opposite Kendrick.

Kendrick’s face went dark immediately. It was as if a storm was coming.

Seeing this, she felt nervous. She lowered her head to eat her cereal and did not say anything.

Kendrick looked at her nervous face and scoffed. “You’re so unwilling to stay with your husband now. Can’t wait to see that man, huh?”

That man?

Niamh stopped in her tracks. She lifted her head in confusion and her eyes coincidentally met Kendrick’s.

“Niamh, didn’t you say you’ll only love me in this lifetime? Is your lifetime over now?”

He was mocking her and had succeeded by a lucky stroke.

Niamh took a bite of her toast and said mischievously, “Yeah, my life is almost over.”

When he heard her answer, the last remaining trace of sarcasm in his eyes disappeared.

“So you’re admitting to having fallen in love with another man?” Kendrick asked in a cold voice.

Niamh tugged the corner of her pink lips. “I guess.”

“Niamh Delgado! You…”

Niamh felt that Kendrick was about to flip out when the doorbell rang just in time.

Mrs. Hughes opened the door and Nevaeh came sashaying in.

“Kendrick, why didn’t you come to find me last night…” Before Nevaeh could finish her sentence, her tone changed.

Niamh could see Nevaeh’s face change from afar. The woman obviously looked like she was about to burst, but she still forced out a contorted smile on her face. “Niamh, w-why are you here?”

Niamh looked at the man who was eating his breakfast and grinned cheerily at Nevaeh. “Miss Two- faced, what are you talking about? This is my house. Am I wrong to eat breakfast with my own husband?”

“…” The look in Nevaeh’s eyes changed. She held her purse tighter in her hands, the veins on the back of her hands protruding. It was obvious how mad she was. However, she was still great at acting. She walked over to Kendrick with an aggrieved look on her face. “Kendrick, should I not show up? I think Niamh is jealous again.”

Niamh put down her utensils and got up. “You look like someone had just punched you in the face. Just look at you. Your features are all squeezed together.”

“…” The corner of Nevaeh’s lips twitched in anger.

“I’m full. Take your time flirting with each other.”

“Where are you going?” Kendrick called out to her.

“I’m going to work, of course.” Niamh smiled. “I’m not like those wealthy women out there who can spend their days having afternoon tea and shopping.”

Kendrick frowned and walked over to Niamh. “I’ll drive you.”

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