The Fireworks Weren’t for Me, the Baby Wasn’t Mine Chapter 11

The Fireworks Weren’t for Me, the Baby Wasn’t Mine Chapter 11

I took Leo to a quiet coastal town on the West 

Coast. 

For one, the abundant sunshine here was good for 

the child’s condition. 

For another, I had heard there was a renowned 

doctor here. 

A specialist in this particular condition. 

So, I sold everything Harrison had given me- 

luxury cars, properties, even a few yachts–I sold them all, leaving nothing behind. 

Even the house he had put in my name just a few days prior was sold. 

With the money, I bought a detached house with a large lawn in Silverwood Valley. 

Every day, I first took Leo to the research center for treatment, and then we went home, where he 

would play in the sun with some of the 

neighborhood kids. 

I watched as they led Leo across the grass, 

running happily. 

Leo went from being cautious at first to eventually 

integrating well into the group. 

I suddenly realized that treating him like a fragile 

porcelain doll in the past was a complete mistake. 

He needed to interact with the world. 

The only thing that could save him was himself. 

Three years passed. 

The tulips I planted in the backyard bloomed several times, and when the wind blew, the fragrance would fill the entire house. 

When Leo came home from school every day, he would first water the flowers for me. 

Then he would go upstairs to take his medicine himself before riding his bike with his friends to the park to look at the lake and feed the pigeons. 

Our days were getting better and better. 

The past was gradually fading in my memory, and 

the wounds had long since scarred over, with new skin growing underneath. 

Harrison Sterling had not signed the divorce 

papers I sent back home. 

He had even continued to transfer large sums of 

money into my account. 

The memos always told me to contact him. 

But on the day I decided to leave, I changed my number and deactivated all my social media 

accounts. 

I wanted to say a complete goodbye to the past. 

How could I possibly push myself back into that sordid mess for a bit of money? 

Harrison never stopped looking for me. 

But since I was abroad, his leads usually went 

cold as soon as they reached the coast. 

He spent a fortune in money and manpower but 

couldn’t find a single trace of me. 

Why bother? 

I didn’t understand. Harrison was the one who 

personally drove me out of his world, so why was 

he desperately trying to find me now? 

Was it guilt? Regret? Dependency? 

Or was it just that cheap love of his at work? 

Regardless, it no longer mattered.