Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

From the video.

“Today is the 1135th day since I broke up with him. I said I wouldn’t follow him anymore, but I still can’t help but look up stuff about him on search engines. I’m so stupid, it’s been so long, what ex-boyfriend would remember an ex-girlfriend, but why Severo Laris doesn’t love me anymore, he said he loved me, he’s a lawyer, lawyers don’t lie to people, if he lies like that again, I’ll file a complaint and make him beg without his job. But … it seems he’s not a lawyer now, it seems.”

When he said that, his tone was a little lower again, and he dropped his long eyelashes and was silent for a long while.

Severo Laris laughed and cried, why didn’t she come to complain about him, if she had come to the office to complain about him, she would have known.

Silly and pretty.

“Today is day 1137 since I broke up with him. Severo Laris has a new love. I saw he was on the cover with an international model. I went to check the woman’s Twitter feed and she posted a picture of tamarind with minced pork and rice and a picture of Severo Laris’ back cooking. They must have been together.”

“Because … Severo Laris can’t cook for anyone else, and he can’t make pickled beans and pork mince with rice for anyone else. But … he can, that’s my exclusive, he can only cook for me, he can only make me pickled beans and pork mince with rice. That’s my favorite meal.”

“Why should I make it for anyone else, it’s not like anyone else is going to like it, and even if they did, they wouldn’t like it as much as I do.”

“How can an international model love minced pork with pickled beans and rice. She doesn’t like it, I do.”

“But how can there be pickled beans in New York, where did Severo Laris go to buy them, he must have been looking for them for years, but why was he so nice to that woman, why make this dish, why cook for her, who is she, isn’t she Severo Laris’ girlfriend…”

He was crying with rage, his cheeks swelled slightly, like a child getting angry, his voice was choked with so much aggression.

Severo Laris gritted his teeth and hated himself.

The international model, named Emily, was not someone important, just a collaborator.

But at the time, Severo Laris turned to her for endorsement, and Emily was an international model, which was hard to hire, and the MO Group was not as strong as it is now.

Emily, a New Yorker, said: she had heard that Spaniards could cook and were good cooks and she was eager to try it.

Severo Laris found out what she meant; Emily had been dragging her feet with him for a long time, so he thought she had taken a liking to him and was purposely making things difficult for him.

Emily also asks him if there is someone who lives in his heart, otherwise how could he be indifferent and cold even to a woman like her.

So Severo Laris prepared a meal for her, just as she expected.

Made with minced pork with pickled beans and rice.

Severo Laris told her it was her favorite person’s favorite meal.

After that, Emily signed with MO Group and before long she was on the front page and trending on Twitter.

But just, a partnership, with no male or female feelings.

How could she enjoy cooking for another woman, and how could she cook her favorite food for another woman.

Oh, silly, he only likes her, not even the world.

“Today marks 1. 140 days since I broke up with him and Severo Laris has started a new life. I don’t want him to start a new life because his new life doesn’t include me. Why he can start a new life and I cannot. I am not his little slave.”

“Severo Laris is in love with someone else, he cooks for someone else, he makes my favorite food for someone else, but he is clearly my exclusive. I didn’t want to make it easy for him. I wanted him to miss me and remember me.”

“But he doesn’t want me anymore, so I shouldn’t want him either, it’s too exhausting. Waiting so long and he doesn’t even come to me.”

“Severo Laris, goodbye.”

In the video, everything is photographed and she enters the bathroom.

A fruit knife was in her hand.

And then she lay down in the bathtub with her whole body.

She took a fruit knife and gave him a sharp cut on his wrist.

There was something horribly sinister about the way her skin was cold and white and the way the blood came straight out.

The cell phone video, left on, flicked away.

The fruit knife fell to the ground and she turned her face away, saying into the video, “Severo Laris, I hate you, but I can’t stop thinking about you, I don’t want to think about you anymore, I’m so tired and exhausted.”

She lifted her wrist, which was oozing blood, in front of the camera.

She tugged at the corners of her pale lips and said, “Severo Laris, this is blood for you, because of you.”

He leaned back in the tub, blood pouring from his wrists, but there was no expression of pain on his face.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

He muttered, “If I die, you’ll see these videos, won’t you, then you shouldn’t be with another woman?”

She said faintly and softly, “You are mine, and I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

Her tone is insistent and judgmental, paranoid and sickening. Morbid to the extreme.

Severo Laris sat in front of his computer, completely confused.

His brain goes blank.

The cut was not only on his wrist, but also on the softest part of his heart.

Sharp and painful, etched into his bones.

The video doesn’t end there.

Severo Laris closes his computer in panic, hands shaking.

Too scared, too scared to see a bathtub full of his blood.

How dare someone who is even afraid to give herself an injection and hang water when she is sick and has a fever slit her veins and watch her blood flow all over the bathtub.

Severo Laris was completely out of control, the corners of his eyes scarlet to the core.

He sat at his computer, quietly content for almost an hour, then went out onto the balcony and smoked many more cigarettes.

Only then did I work up the courage to turn on the computer, sit down again and continue watching the video to the end.

In the video, his blood, still gushing, flowed so much that his clothes were dyed red.

He smiled wanly and said, “Severo Laris, that hurts.”

Severo Laris swallowed his throat, unable to even cry.

He wanted so badly to cross the video, to save her, to stop the bleeding, to take her to the hospital, but he could not.

When people are on the verge of death, they unconsciously call for help.

Her bloody fingers, clinging to the bathtub wall, made one bloody mark after another.

His wrists were bleeding and Severo Laris’ heart, as if bleeding, was drying up to death.

It hurt so much, it hurt beyond words.

Blood still flowing.

She said in despair, “Severo Laris, if I were given another chance, I would never like you, you are the worst.”

He dominated her world and destroyed it with his own hands, leaving not an inch.

It’s only bad when you give enough to mess up the bones and then get it all back in one fell swoop.

Bad and evil.

…

All night long, Severo Laris didn’t sleep.

Watch those thousand videos, thoroughly.

Because I’m not sure I have the courage to open it again.

The next morning, the morning sun enveloped the studio.

Severo Laris’ eyes, reddened and tired, remained emotionless, motionless, his whole being in a state of bewilderment.

The throbbing, the guilt, the sadness, the remorse, the anguish, the despair … that he tasted all in one night was cruel enough.

But what about Lita, who had tasted it for seven years?

She was in the video, holding on to hope, and disappointment, and waiting, and despair, and breaking … Finally, all those emotions wore down to peace, the end of the road.

Severo Laris stood up and covered his face with his hands and let out a deep sigh.

He hated himself.

He smugly thought that breaking up was good for her and for each other, but unknowingly led her to a dead end from which she could not get out.

In these seven years, though he was also in a cul-de-sac, he was a man and had tasted all the hot and cold of the world at a young age, and was strong enough to bear it.

But how should his lita, which was supposed to be a delicate bone flower, bear it?

She thought it was good enough for her, but now she ironically discovered that none of that goodness was as good as her hurtful words, none of that goodness could fill the gaping bloody hole.

Those are good, ninety-five percent pathetic.