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Some ask me if I regret it. Others, if I was still in love. What they don't know is that you can't regret something you didn't decide. What happened wasn't a decision. Of course, I would have liked things to be different.
I was never a person who believed in destiny. But inside me, I always knew that things would not work out for me. With Gillian, I had the illusion that it was finally my turn to be happy. This happiness was short-lived, as you know.
I know I was resentful, but I hoped she was happy. When I realized that she was just another victim of Oliver, it was too late. He was always the problem, the one who took her from me. It was his fault, not mine.
When I saw that he had hit her, I didn't know what to do. I ran away. I was a coward. When I wanted to go back, I found out that they no longer lived there. Where had that son of a bi**h taken her? I had to rescue her. I no longer cared if she wanted to come back to me. I had to do something.
So I spoke to Mme Wyatt and asked her if she knew where they had gone, but she wouldn't tell me. She said that whether they were happy or not was none of my business. She explained that people often make decisions that are not convenient for them because they follow their hearts. I could not agree more.
Then the months passed, and I got on with my life. I went to work, hung out with friends, and even started training. But I thought about her every day and how she was in danger. I always asked Mme Wyatt how they were, but she said almost nothing to me. So I channeled everything that happened to me in training. I went to the gym every day, even twice a day. That really helped clear my mind, plus it made me stronger and more attractive to women. But none of that interested me.
One day Mme Wyatt told me that she wanted to meet me in person. She didn't say much, but I assumed it was something serious, so I traveled immediately. It is inexplicable (continued in other post)