Farewell to Haunting Painful Love

After a one-night encounter with Sherry Lynn, I found myself unfairly accused of infatuation and drugging her as part of a dubious scheme.

After all, public perception labeled me as Sherry's simp, deeply enamored with her.

In reality, it was Sherry, in a heavily intoxicated state, who mistook me for Zack Melan.

Expecting Sherry to clarify the misunderstanding, I was shocked when she instead accused me of sexual addiction and falsely claimed I had raped her.

This accusation led to my involuntary admission to a rehabilitation center.

"Loren Wilson, you're truly despicable," she condemned me. "You're nothing like Zack.

"I have never seen such a shameless man like you. Do not show up again unless you're cured."

1

On the day I left the rehabilitation center, an unexpected person awaited me at the door.

Sherry leaned against the car door, her beautiful face marked with impatience. Three years had passed, yet she remained unchanged—still as stunning and regal as ever.

I hadn't anticipated her arrival.

Three years ago, amidst my disorientation and throbbing headache, she had callously dispatched her bodyguard to haul me out of bed and eject me from her presence, humiliating me in front of everyone.

She hurled accusations of despicability, alleging I harbored a sexual addiction and attempted to seduce her.

The disdain in her gaze was unforgettable, as if even casting her eyes upon me was repulsive. I recall vividly how she crumpled a tissue she had used to wipe her hands and tossed it at me.

Her demeanor was that of a noble princess, exuding a condescending pride. "Is this your idea of fun?" she sneered. "You must suffer from some shameful disease, don't you?"

Seeing me, Sherry furrowed her brow and motioned for me to get into the car.

My heart trembled, and my body involuntarily started to shake.

The director of the rehabilitation center whispered to me, "Loren, you have worked so hard to turn over a new leaf. Be mindful not to say anything that could tarnish our reputation once you're released.

"Otherwise, though we let you go now, we can bring you back one day."

I understood their concern about potential revelations but focused on the opportunity before me. I nodded calmly.

Sherry, unaware of our conversation, impatiently frowned. The director nodded and apologized briefly.

Walking slowly and unsteadily, I stumbled with each step.

Observing my unsteady gait, Sherry frowned and asked, 'What happened to your feet?'

Slightly stunned, I shook my head, indicating I was fine. "I sprained it."

Sherry sneered, "You deserve it."

After I got into the car, Sherry looked at me sideways for a while before snorting coldly, "It's been three years, and you've changed a lot."

I did not answer, only feeling that the air in the car was sucked dry.

Under Sherry's obstruction, the driver suddenly stepped on the accelerator and raced all the way, and the car raced ahead in silence for a long stretch.

Such quiet moments were rare in Sherry's company.

In the past, I had spent...