My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

I wasn’t surprised that she knew, as my feelings for Damian, despite all my efforts to hide them, had many telltale signs. This time, I didn’t deny it: “Yes.”

Calista frowned, her face showing a hint of anger, though her conviction wavered. “So you came here to steal my Kia? I wondered why he kept calling me his girlfriend the moment he saw me-it’s because I look like you.”

Seeing the redness in her eyes, I sighed and said, “Kia isn’t an object to be taken or stolen.”

“I know!” Calista replied urgently.

“I won’t tell Kia about my past with him.”

Calista looked puzzled but visibly relieved. “Why not?”

I offered a rueful smile. “I have terminal stomach cancer. I wouldn’t selfishly bring him back into my life. If he were to remember later, it would be too cruel to him.”

Calista’s expression froze, tears welling up in her eyes. “Are you… dying? I’m so sorry… I didn’t know. But I truly love Kia too, I’m sorry…”

I handed her a tissue to wipe her tears. “That’s why I want to see you two get married. I know you genuinely care for Kia, and that gives me some comfort.”

Calista was at a loss for words. After discovering my past with Kia, she had thought about breaking up with him, but with their wedding approaching, she was reluctant to let go.

“I don’t know what to say. It seems unfair to you, Anna. You’re a good person…”

After a long pause, we returned to our seats. Stella and Damian were seated far away, both engrossed in their phones, the atmosphere. cold.

Seeing me return, Stella visibly relaxed and set her phone down, whispering, “Why were you gone so long?”

“I… confessed to Calista.”

Stella’s eyes widened as she glanced between me and Calista. Noting our calm expressions, she felt a pang of worry and resolved to ask me more later.

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something in his ear. Damian pulled out two crimson envelopes from his bag and handed them to us.

“These are our wedding invitations,” Damian said, his tone somewhat stiff.

The invitations were the same shade of crimson we had chosen originally. The content was handwritten by him, taking over a week to complete.

Once, even though Damian and I had gone to bed together, I woke up in the middle of the night craving a glass of water. To my surprise, he wasn’t beside me. I went out and saw a faint light seeping through the c**k in the study door.

I gently opened the door and found Damian at the desk, meticulously writing on the invitations with his cherished fountain pen.

Seeing this scene, my heart softened. I walked in and leaned against his back, nestling into his shoulder. He pulled me onto his lap, wrapped his arms around my waist, and chuckled, “Can’t you sleep without me beside you?”

His shamelessness was endearing, and as I glared at him, watching him continue to write, I felt my heart overflow with happiness.

Iburied my face in his neck and murmured,

“What should I do? I really like you!”

“Oh, I don’t like you,” he said.

Before I could react, he kissed my forehead and softly added, “I love you.

The invitations were just like before, with the same shade of crimson and the same handwriting, but now the names were no longer Arianna Bailey and Damian Reid; they were Kiaan Walker and Calista Rogers.

Stella reached over, took the invitation from my hand, and said hesitantly, “I’ll keep this for you.”

Calista’s expression was conflicted, but she said, “I hope you can come.”

“We will.”