After I Left They All Said They Loved Me Chapter 06

After I Left They All Said They Loved Me Chapter 06

Caleb didn’t utter a single word. 

He just nodded in silence. 

“Yes, I rented a place for her.” 

“Right behind the campsite where we stayed 

together at Silver Lake Ridge.” 

I looked at his bloodshot eyes. 

Only then did I realize I had misunderstood 

something. 

But it was already too late. 

Caleb held his head in agony: “It’s all my fault. I’m 

to blame. I didn’t explain things clearly.” 

“I should have pulled Evie up first.” 

“I will take responsibility.” 

Listening to Caleb recount the truth one more 

time. 

Those feelings of being wronged had completely 

vanished. 

Perhaps without love, there are no expectations, 

and therefore, no more pain. 

Dad frowned, gripping his arm: “You’re coming with me. Don’t you think you deserve to be punished for what you did?” 

Caleb didn’t resist. He stood up unsteadily, but 

Vivian suddenly dropped to her knees. 

“Mom, Dad! You’re going to let everyone laugh at me?” 

“I’ve already sent out the wedding invitations. Do you want everyone to mock me?” 

Her accusations echoed through the funeral home hall. 

Vivian sobbed: 

“Because of my sister, our family went from living in a luxury penthouse to a run–down trailer park. Dad spent all our money just to keep her happy.” 

“Mom did nothing but care about my sister all day.” 

“What about me? When people laughed at me, did” anyone care about me?” 

Tear tracks dried on Mom’s face. 

She opened her mouth several times but couldn’t 

get a single word out: 

“We thought we had done a good enough job…” 

I looked into Vivian’s resentful eyes. 

For the first time, I realized she hated me this 

much. 

She only felt that she was the one who had been 

wronged. 

Completely forgetting that Mom and Dad’s hearts had long ago shifted toward her with her endless 

tears. 

Between a perpetually stone–faced daughter and a 

vibrant, expressive one, the choice hadn’t been 

hard to make. 

Dad stared blankly at my sister. 

And slowly loosened his grip. 

He slowly turned around, pulling Mom along as 

they walked back step by step: 

“Forget it. Let’s just drop it this time.” 

“We don’t have any proof anyway, do we?” 

Their silhouettes looked entirely too old and 

weary. 

My eyes felt hot watching them, and I wanted to 

chase after them, but I found the distance 

between us was simply too vast. 

Caleb’s back was completely rigid. 

The look he gave Vivian contained nothing but 

apology. 

“I have no romantic feelings for you.” 

“I only followed your advice earlier and played 

along with your scheme to make Evie jealous…” 

Vivian shook her head desperately. 

She pleaded as she clutched Caleb’s hands: 

“My sister only had me as her one and only sibling. 

If you humiliate me completely, her spirit won’t 

rest in peace.” 

The expression on Caleb’s face shifted. 

When he looked up at me, he slowly knelt down, 

slumping to the floor. 

“It’s all my fault,” he repeated. 

The secretary looked at Caleb and asked softly: 

“Mr. Brooks, do you have any other orders for me?” 

He sniffled, and suddenly remembering 

something, pried a key loose from my tightly 

clenched palm. 

Biting his lip, Caleb sent Vivian away. 

Then he carefully instructed his secretary to locate 

my diary at all costs. 

Finding a single notebook out there? Needle in a 

haystack. 

He hadn’t held out any hope himself. 

Until the night before the scheduled wedding, his 

secretary hurriedly knocked on the door, clutching 

a manila envelope. 

“Mr. Brooks, we found this notebook in the flower 

bed downstairs. It seems to match the one you 

described.” 

“But I’m just not sure if the handwriting is still 

legible after a full night of rain.” 

Caleb sat frozen in his chair again. 

He had been zoning out a lot recently. 

He just shakily took the notebook: “I understand. 

You can go home now.” 

The room was deathly quiet. 

With trembling hands, the moment the key turned 

in the lock. 

Caleb’s tears burst from his eyes. 

The last time he had seen such elegant handwriting was inside our old love letters. 

Strangely enough, even without seeing them in front of him, he still remembered them clearly. 

He flipped through page after page. 

His breathing grew steadily heavier: “Evie used her life to keep us safe?” 

“How is that even possible?” 

Caleb propped himself up on the desk and stood, swaying slightly, eager to tell Vivian about this 

immediately. 

Yet from the guest bedroom, he heard her voice on the phone–sounding so triumphant and utterly 

devoid of grief: 

“Come over for drinks to celebrate my wedding.” 

“My sister? You might not believe it, but she’s 

dead! Looks like all my years of marginalizing her 

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finally paid off.” 

“I put in quite the effort to get rid of that dead weight.” 

Listening to this, Caleb’s face gradually turned profoundly dark.