His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

116 Hi, I'm Mia

"What else do you know?" Daley looked at me intently. "Who told you about my recruitment? Was it Frade?"

"Tell me, are you going to kill Frade?" I stared at him.

"Tell me, if you had to choose again, would you choose Frade or me?" He asked.

"Why do you care so much about that answer?"

"Because I love you." His voice softened, "I risked my life to bring back women who had been trafficked to pudding, and I have broken my rules over and over again because of you. I even went to Cartier headquarters to have a custom wedding ring made for you. I wanted to surprise you. But you hurt me."

"I never meant to hurt you." I lowered my head in shame.

"I want to give you the best of everything in the world," Daley said, pulling a beautiful ring box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a large sapphire ring. "I just want you to be happy."

"No, Daley," I said quickly, in case he was about to kneel down and propose. "I'm afraid I can't bear the weight of your love."

"Because of Frade?" He looked sad. "You still can't get over him, can you? I told you I could wait."

"I don't think I can give you a definite answer now." I flinched, my mind a mess. The blue diamond sparkles in front of me, but it can't touch my heart.

After a brief silence, he said, "That's all right. I'll give you a second chance. Go and find someone you like."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I'll be here when you decide to turn around." Daley nudged my waist. "Go ahead, my little rose."

I walked toward the open door and didn't look back. I know it's selfish of me to do so. But I am loyal to my choice.

I tried to call Frade, imagining how I would tell him how I felt about him before the call went through. I want to tell him in person that I still love him. He's the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I mulled over my lines. I waited expectantly for the moment when the call was connected.

There was no response, so I called him again. This time the phone hung up after two rings. The last time I called him, his phone was turned off.

My heart felt as if it had been hollowed out. He must be angry. Has he decided not to see me anymore?

It was as if my soul had been emptied. The road is ahead of me and I can't see the end. I feel like I've lost my way. I walked down the street in the center of the city. It was drizzling, and I was sitting in a chair by the side of the road watching the crowd. I feel so alone.

The rain wetted my cheeks, and a thin coolness slowly seeped into my heart. I thought that when I was reborn my only desire was revenge. Now that the Moore family had collapsed, Ron would spend the rest of his life in prison, and he would know what it was like to be imprisoned.

Jenny, Mary, Gina, Mikeal. Those who appeared on my death list were punished. My revenge mission is over. So what's next? I realized that I had never thought about the rest of my life.

I looked up at the huge billboard in the middle of the square. It was advertising a travel agency. A huge electronic screen is showing the life of the people at the foot of the Alps. I saw people strolling along the Green Road, orange leaves falling on the ground like a golden carpet.

If only I could live there forever with the one I love.

Will Frade come with me to this life? I lowered my head and took out my cell phone to call him again. It was still off.

As night fell, I sought refuge in a nearby hotel. I spent a lonely night alone.

When I woke up the next morning, I decided to call him again, and the response was almost hopeless.

He never responded to me. I felt lost and remorseful.

'If you miss the most important person in your life, you will live in endless regret and pain.'

Liv's words confirm my current situation.

After another day, I decided not to wait. I want to find him. I want to tell him I love him. So I got up and immediately took an Uber to Frade's hotel.

I went to the front desk and asked for Frade's name. At first, the woman looked at me warily in her uniform. When I told her that I was Frade's fiancee, her attitude immediately changed. Of course, the $500 I gave her helped.

Customer Service told me that Frade had been in his room for the past few days and had rarely left the hotel except to have his wine brought to him.

"Are you sure he didn't leave the room?" I asked.

"Anyone who leaves the hotel has to go through the lobby, not to mention a handsome man like him," the woman said mysteriously. "He is a VIP customer of the hotel. We all know him."

"He's really cute," I agreed.

"You're in luck," the waitress said, winking at me.

I left the money and took the elevator directly to Frade's floor. Soon I was outside his room. I took two deep breaths before ringing the doorbell.

He was inside, and I was only a door away from him. I tried to calm myself down and rang the doorbell.

The doorbell rang twice and there was no answer. So I waited a while and rang the doorbell again.

One, two. The door slowly opened.

But it was not Frade who appeared before me, but a naked woman. Her light blonde hair fell over her fair shoulders and her hazel eyes were staring at me.

I've seen the owner of those eyes. She was in the painting. When I first saw those eyes, I thought I saw my mother.

The woman in front of me looks exactly like my mother, or rather, she looks exactly like me.

"Hi, I'm Mia," she said, her voice sweet. "You must be Eva. Frade told me your name."

I can't believe a dead woman just showed up alive. Did she experience resurrection, too?

"Who's out there?" Frade's voice came from inside the room, and I could see that he was topless, his lower body wrapped in a towel.

The moment I saw him, all my hopes and fantasies were instantly replaced by anger. I clenched my fists and tried to contain my anger.

"Eva?" Frade looked at me blankly. "What are you doing here?"

"Why am I here?" I sneered. "I remember you telling me Mia was dead."

"I can explain," Mia interjected. "Why don't you come in?"

"She's back," said Frade, pulling Mia behind him. Did he think I was going to hurt his lover?

"Mia is not dead. If you want to know what happened to her, I think you should come in and hear her story. You are sisters."

"All right." I went into the room, because I also wanted to know how the sister I had never seen came back from the dead.