Love has passed the wind and it stops
On my way home, I was attacked by thugs. After being assaulted, I was left to die in the wilderness, but Zac Reid saved me.
Later, I left my hometown and spent three years living with Zac in a cheap rental apartment. This simple life gave me hope for the future.
I had been told I could never get pregnant, but holding the pregnancy test results, I wanted to share the good news with Zac.
But then I overheard his conversation with someone else.
"Mr. Reid, Miss Reid says you've had your fun and should come home now."
"We'll see."
"You're not actually falling for that orphan Evie Sutton, are you?"
"If she knew that the one who stole her man and caused her assault was your own sister, I'm afraid..."
"Shut up! How could I like such trash? I'm just playing around with her. Tell my sister I'll be back soon."
So what I thought was salvation was just another cruel twist of fate.
Through the slightly open door, I could only see Zac's devastatingly handsome profile.
His words hit me like thunder, completely shattering my heart. My mind went blank.
Indeed, he never seemed like someone poor.
But he had spent three years living this humble life with me, which is why I was fooled for so long.
Before being discovered, I stumbled away. Only when I got outside could I breathe properly, but I still couldn't believe the truth.
Three years ago, Sam asked me to meet him at the park to break up.
We had grown up together in the orphanage. For all these years, we were inseparable, but I never expected our love would ultimately lose to reality.
He said Elise Reid was the richest man's daughter, and this was his only chance to rise above his station. He begged me not to hold him back.
How could I bear to hold him back?
We both knew how hard those days of being looked down upon were.
We both cried when we broke up.
In the end, I watched helplessly as he got into Elise's car.
I thought that was the worst thing that could happen. From then on, I would have to drift through life alone.
But suddenly, several drunk men emerged from the darkness, adding another dirty mark to my already bleak life.
I don't know how I survived those five-plus hours. I only remember the weeds beneath me being torn to shreds by my hands, every fingernail filled with dirt. From struggling so hard, almost all my nails came off.
At dawn, there was a torrential downpour, but the rain couldn't wash away the filth on my body.
I waited second by second for death to come, but I didn't die. Instead, I found the ray of light that would save me.
I once thought Zac was my salvation.
He stayed with me through two years of trauma after that incident.
He even left our hometown with me to help me recover faster, working two jobs to support me and take me to see doctors.
If I hadn't heard the truth, how much longer would I have been kept in the dark?
The ringing phone interrupted my thoughts.
Seeing "Zac" displayed on the screen, tears streamed down my face.
Both Zac and Elise had the surname Reid. How could I be so stupid not to realize they were siblings for three whole years?
Just before the call would automatically disconnect, I pressed the answer button.
Zac's clear voice came through: "Evie, where are you? Why aren't you back yet?"
An indescribable bitterness rose in my heart, along with some nausea.
Acting was still acting. It wouldn't be fun to keep pretending I knew nothing.
I responded coldly: "I'm downstairs, I'll be right up."
Sensing something wrong with my tone, he paused: "What's wrong? Evie, you seem unhappy."
I didn't waste words and hung up directly.
Before going back, I wiped away my tears and pretended nothing had happened.
Zac was very handsome. He carefully observed my expression.
Looking anxious like a child who had done something wrong, he asked: "Evie, if I did something wrong, please tell me, okay?"
Looking at his seemingly genuine expression, my heart was torn apart in agony.
If only I hadn't heard those words he said.
How could he be so cruel as to toy with me like a dog?
I suppressed the urge to confront him and forced a pale smile: "You didn't do anything wrong. When I went out, I think I ran into someone who hurt me before."
His expression froze, something quickly flashed in his eyes, then he stepped forward to embrace me.
"How is that possible? Those animals were all arrested back then and haven't been released yet. You must have seen wrong. There are many people who look similar in this world. We're thousands of miles away..."
A scalding tear fell on his shirt, and I asked hoarsely: "Were they really all arrested?"
I could clearly feel Zac's body stiffen.
In that moment, all my suspicions were confirmed.
"Of course! I handled it personally. Don't you trust me?"
I buried my face in his chest, unable to control my sobs.
He thought I was emotionally overwhelmed by memories of the past. What he didn't know was that I was crying for my ridiculous life.
The two men I'd loved in my lifetime were both trying to kill me!
I wanted to ask him whether these three months of meticulous care were some rich man's twisted amusement, or his way of atoning for his dear sister's sins.
A sharp phone ring cut through the air. Zac released me.
I caught something strange in his eyes. "Evie, I have some work to take care of. Just stay home and wait for me, don't go anywhere, okay? I'm worried about you."
I nodded.
After he left, I quietly followed him.
As far as I knew, he'd been working two jobs these past three months to support me and pay for my treatment.
In the evening, he should be heading to the bar where he worked as a server.
He'd told me that while the place was chaotic, he could earn decent tips on good nights. It was substantial income that helped make my life more comfortable.
I'd always been grateful for his sacrifice, so I worked hard to get better.
I was planning and dreaming about our future. I'd even gotten pregnant with his child, but reality shattered my hopes.
The bar's music was deafeningly loud. It wasn't too crowded yet.
So I immediately spotted Zac, who stood out with his height, looks, and presence.
He'd changed out of his cheap clothes. The designer suit made him look distinguished and untouchable.
I hid in a dark corner, listening to people flatter him.
"Mr. Reid, you're here on time again today? You've been coming here punctually for three months straight just to hide your identity from that little girlfriend of yours. Aren't you tired?"
Zac held his drink, wearing an amused smile. "I'm getting a bit tired. Mainly because putting on this act every day is exhausting. Next time I'll tell her I switched jobs, find somewhere else to have fun."
Witnessing his lies and deception firsthand, my love was truly shattered.
Zac, I was never just a toy for you siblings to pass the time.
I'm done playing your games.
After leaving the bar, I called the hospital to schedule an abortion.
Just as I hung up, I caught a glimpse of a graceful figure stepping out of a Maybach.
My blood ran cold. It was Elise!
The one holding the car door open for her was my ex-boyfriend Sam.
No wonder Zac looked strange when he answered the phone earlier. He had arranged to meet Elise here.
They didn't notice me. I watched them walk into the bar, hatred surging through me like a tidal wave.
I deliberately timed it, calling Zac after he had met up with them.
But Zac hung up on me.
For the past three years, he'd always played the perfect boyfriend. He never hung up on me or made himself unreachable.
I called again. This time, he answered.
But I heard no background noise. Clearly, he'd stepped away from the crowd.
"Are you working?"
Zac lied with a straight face: "Yeah. Evie, I'm hiding in the bathroom to take your call. I'm going to get in trouble for this."
Thinking of him in his expensive suit telling lies, I found it utterly ridiculous.
I paused: "I'm scared being home alone, so I came to find you."
Hearing this, Zac was clearly panicked: "You came to the bar? Where are you?"
I said softly: "At the entrance."
Zac's breathing became heavy.
He probably wasn't done having his fun and hadn't figured out how to handle it when I discovered him with Elise and Sam.
He fell into a long silence.
Suddenly, I lost interest: "I'm kidding. I didn't come. I'll wait for you at home."
Zac let out a long sigh of relief: "You're not feeling well, so don't go running around. I'll try to come home early. This is all for our future. Once I save enough money, I'll marry you."
Marry me?
I had genuinely looked forward to my wedding with Zac.
When I found out I was pregnant, I even cried tears of joy.
I thought I could start a new chapter of life with him, completely leaving the past behind.
From then on, we and our child would live a simple life together. It sounded wonderful.
Who knew fate loved to play such cruel tricks on me.
After hanging up, I took a taxi back to the cramped subsidized apartment and took inventory of everything that belonged to me.
Besides my documents, I only had a few sets of cheap clothes.
Those clothes were all bought by Zac after I came to this city. I always felt bad about his hard work and couldn't bear to spend his money.
I laughed coldly, thinking how stupid I'd been.
Before Zac came home, I secured my documents and disposed of that pregnancy test that shouldn't have existed.
At the same time, I applied online for a name change.
I knew the Reid family was powerful, but I still had to do everything I could to escape their control.
I was born an orphan with no one to care about me. From now on, I'd continue drifting alone.
A harbor I'd happened to depend on wasn't necessarily a true refuge.
In the early morning hours, Zac came home reeking of alcohol.
Every single day for the past three years, he'd come home drunk.
Before, I felt sorry for his relentless work, so I always prepared a glass of water for him.
Now I knew he wasn't working but living it up, so naturally I prepared nothing.
After his shower, he slipped into bed with his damp, fragrant scent and naturally pulled me into his arms. He seemed somewhat aggrieved: "Evie, don't you love me anymore? You didn't prepare a glass of water for me today."
In the darkness, tears slid down from the corners of my eyes, disappearing into the pillow.
He was such a good actor. Even though he was just playing me, he had to perform every detail so skillfully.
He could easily detect all my subtle changes, clearly knowing what each of my expressions meant.
He was a natural-born actor.
Getting no response from me, he thought I was asleep. Gentle kisses fell on my chest and neck.
I heard his possessive whisper: "I saw Sam today. He's not as good-looking or well-connected as I am. Why can't you forget about him?
"I just appeared a few years later than he did. Can't I be the exception who successfully makes you forget him?"
I pretended to just wake up and stopped his hand from lifting my skirt.
He became more persistent: "Evie, you're awake? Did I come home too late today? Is that why you forgot to prepare water for me?"
I nodded perfunctorily. Unsatisfied, he kissed my lips.
Images of being violated three years ago flashed through my mind, and my stomach immediately churned. I pushed him away and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting up all the acid in my stomach.
Before I could recover, a clear, low voice suddenly came from behind me.
"You missed your period this month. Are you pregnant?"
My whole body trembled, but I forced myself to stand calmly. "Did you forget what the doctor said? That I can never get pregnant again? I just have an upset stomach."
Hearing my words, Zac showed a guilty expression.
He held me tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you think about these unhappy things."
The more he acted like this, the more ridiculous I found it.
I'm just a nobody. Why would the heir of the Reid family humble himself to coax me for three years?
After taking the stomach medicine he gave me, I went back to bed. I could clearly feel that he was already aroused.
But he restrained himself and didn't touch me. He just held me and wouldn't let go.
In my daze, I couldn't tell what was real anymore.
Sam and I were together for twenty years, but he casually abandoned me for another woman.
Zac and I have been together for three years. Everything about him is fake, yet he acts so sincere in every way.
Early the next morning, Zac left the house under the pretense of going to work.
I first went to change my name with my documents, from Evie Sutton to Rebecca Ryan.
My father's name was Ryan Sutton. I once had parents, but my father ran away and abandoned my mother and me.
After my mother died from illness, young me had no one to care for me, so I was sent to an orphanage.
I want to inherit my mother's surname.
The name Evie was given to me by my parents. I believe my parents once loved each other.
But love does exist, and it does change in an instant.
After changing my name, I went to the hospital for my appointment.
The doctor advised me: "This might be your only chance in this lifetime to become a mother. Are you really going to have an abortion?"
I hesitated.
An evil thought crossed my mind.
If Zac knew I gave birth to his child, would he go crazy?
The trash he spoke of bore his child.
Wouldn't that be a kind of revenge?
As if possessed, I decided to keep this child.
I had originally planned to leave before dark, but when I returned home to pack, I found Zac was home.
Seeing me, he was delighted, as if he'd found a lost gem. "Where did you go?"
He knew I rarely went out alone. But lately, I'd been going out by myself frequently.
I calmly fabricated a lie: "Didn't I have an upset stomach last night? I went to the hospital for a check-up. Fortunately, nothing's wrong."
He was very suspicious and reached for my bag. "Let me see the test results."
I had already disposed of what needed to be disposed of, so I wasn't afraid of him looking. "Those reports were useless, so I threw them away."
He frowned slightly. After looking at me for a while, he walked into the kitchen. "You rest. I'll cook for you. I'm not going out tonight. I quit my job at the bar."
Watching his busy figure, I wanted to cry.
Over these three years, his cooking skills had gotten better and better, all practiced for me. This couldn't be faked.
But I also knew that when he said he quit the bar job, it was just because he was tired of pretending to work at the same place.
I no longer wanted to care about these lies.
Because Zac was home, it disrupted my plan to leave.
That night he made love to me intensely.
I couldn't refuse, afraid he'd notice something unusual. But surprisingly, the child in my belly had no problems.
After he fell asleep, I tried to get up. He immediately woke up. "Where are you going?"
I vaguely felt something was wrong. Had he noticed something?
But he didn't seem like it.
I tried my best to soothe him, until the next day when he had to leave for 'work,' and I finally found a chance to leave.
Over the years, Zac had given me some money, saying it was all earned by him. I had been saving it without spending.
I only took enough money to settle somewhere else. The rest, I left for him.
After boarding the long-distance bus, watching the increasingly unfamiliar scenery outside the window, I felt very calm inside.
I thought: "Rebecca, from now on you'll be alone. No one will threaten your life anymore."
At the office, Zac had been restless all day.
Having come to this city three years ago, he had acquired a small company but pretended to work like an ordinary employee every day. Evie knew nothing about any of this.
As noon approached, his agitation nearly drove him mad, so he headed straight home.
In the tiny subsidized apartment, there was no sign of Evie.
He panicked, searching every corner. Her clothes were still in the closet, but her documents were gone.
Her phone kept going straight to voicemail, sending his heart sinking deeper with each attempt.
A thought crossed his mind, and he called Elise instead.
The moment she picked up, he couldn't control his fury: "Did you go after her? What did you do to her?"
Elise snapped back indignantly: "Zac, have you lost your mind? I'm your sister. You're yelling at me over some trash?"
Zac completely ignored Elise's protests: "Where is she?"
"I never went looking for her! Why would I? I know Sam still has feelings for her—why would I get involved with her again?"
Elise raised her voice: "You were the one who said you were afraid she'd call the police and cause trouble for me. You said you wanted to mess around with her. What's this about? Have you actually fallen for her?
"Zac, show some backbone, will you? You could have any woman you want. She's nothing but a slut. Didn't you see with your own eyes what happened to her?"
Before Elise could finish, Zac hung up.
It was true—while Elise had arranged for those men to assault Evie, he had been there the whole time. Evie just didn't know it.
The sight of Evie, broken and waiting to die in the pouring rain, had stirred his compassion.
So he had saved her.
But he had been complicit from the beginning and was far from innocent.
Initially, he had indeed been thinking of Elise, planning to toy with Evie. But after three years together, he had fallen in love with her.
Born into the scheming world of a wealthy family, he was still an illegitimate son living in the shadows. Elise was the only family member who treated him well, so he was willing to do anything for her.
But it was the first time he had witnessed such pure love in Evie. Her love was the most innocent thing he'd ever known.
Slumping onto the couch in defeat, Zac felt something beneath him.
He pulled it out—a letter.
Seeing the delicate handwriting on the envelope, he began trembling uncontrollably, taking several attempts to tear it open.
Inside was just a single line.
[Mr. Reid, was it fun these past three years? I'm done playing your game.]
She knew everything!
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