I HATE YOU, BUT
#8
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All along, Alena always thought that Jeane was just an ordinary woman who loved a man sincerely, just as she seemed. He could never hate that girl too much. Jeane's feelings for Davian were not wrong. It was just a situation that made the feeling seem wrong. No, it was wrong. Jeane was supposed to slowly step back after Davian decided to marry another girl. If Alena was Jeane, she would have done just that.
But why does Jeane seem to want to destroy his household? Why did he always feel that the girl wanted so badly to snatch Davian out of his hands? Alena had seen the girl look at her several times with hateful eyes, as if she was the one who made the mistake. Even if that's true, Jeane should know better because she's now nobody to Davian.
After a big fight yesterday, Alena waited for Davian's return with anxiety and worry but in the end Davian did not come home until the next day. The night before, Davian just returned and he did not even care about the look of relief Alena who welcomed him. Davian did not see how happy the girl was when he saw her return home.
“Have you eaten?” Alena asked softly. He could never be angry at Davian. Love makes him capable of forgiveness.
“I'm not hungry.” Davian muttered without looking at him, then closed the door of the room rather tightly. Alena just sighed sadly.
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“You can't keep this up, Davian. Alena is still a woman with a heart. You have to learn to love her if you want your heart to calm down,” Dion said as she sipped her tea.
Davian just wiped his face, then looked down for a while before looking back at his good friend, “You speak so smoothly like a highway. You think it's easy to do that. You know in my heart just engraved the name Jeane.”
“You sure? The human heart is the most complex component that God makes. You can't even guess whose name is actually engraved in your heart. Without you knowing, it is possible that in your heart the name Jeane slowly erased and replaced by the name Alena,” replied Dion sage.
Usually Davian never paid attention to anything that Dion blurted because his words were more inconsequential than true. But this time Davian was made to reflect. The sentence was like a hammer knocking on his heart hard and now his heart was pounding.
“No way,” watered Davian with a paltry smile on his lips. His brain quickly dismissed that crazy idea. She might have started to like Alena. Hating him, that's the most appropriate word.
“I hate it, Dion. He was the main factor hindering my plans to marry Jeane,” Davian glared at Dion. He seems to want to convince himself that he really loves Jeane, not Alena.
“How to talk like you're Aphrodite! Stop lecturing me!”
“Well, at least you're luckier than me for being able to keep staring at the woman you love up close,” Dion prefers to budge before Davian goes berserk. Davian nodded in satisfaction.
“Where is your wife now?”
“Sena is busy with her charity work. Now he and some volunteers from UNICEF are going to visit earthquake victims in China.”
“It's your fault why marry a woman who prefers charity to her husband,” Davian said.
“I don't care. The important thing is we love each other,” Dion was silent for a moment.
“I'm serious Davian. Try to open your heart to Alena because in your current situation, forcing yourself to marry Jeane is just a futile act. Your parents never approve of you.”
Davian sighed. “I'll try.”
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Davian-Alena's household condition did not improve even after three weeks of fighting. Alena felt the distance between herself and Davian was getting further and further away by a light-year.
Alena only sighed when she saw Davian return to acting in front of her father who was still lying sick. This time his father asked for something surprising from the two of them.
“Can Dad ask you to give Dad a grandson as soon as possible?”
