He Gave Me Love but Gave Others His Desire

Matthew Hawk had loved me for seven years. He stood against his family for me and shielded me with his life during a car accident.

I thought we would love each other for life and grow old together, but I accidentally discovered him holding the hand of a pregnant girl, saying to our mutual friend, "This is your new sister-in-law ..."

It was then I realized he had long betrayed me. He accompanied her to prenatal checkups and put the ring, promised only to me, on her hand.

Our mutual friends, instead of confronting him, concealed his betrayal from me.

Heartbroken, I left, aborted the baby and boarded a plane to another country on our wedding anniversary, leaving only divorce papers behind.

Matthew frantically searched for my whereabouts but never found me.

***

In a private hospital, I half-reclined on the hospital bed, a thick needle inserted into the back of my hand, slowly infusing Matthew's blood into my veins.

I had a blood coagulation disorder requiring regular monthly transfusions. Matthew, sharing my blood type, ignored others' advice and insisted on donating blood to me every month.

Rain or shine, he had done this for three years. Everyone said he loved me deeply.

At this moment, he sat by the bed, gazing tenderly at my slightly bruised hand, gently kissed it and said, "Just a little longer and your body will fully recover. You'll never have to suffer like this again."

The nurse in the room cast me a look of envy and I lowered my eyes slightly. Envy?

Matthew and I were indeed the most famous loving couple. We met on campus and the young, defiant Matthew fell in love with me at first sight, relentlessly pursuing me despite our social differences.

For me, he openly defied his parents. Even when his credit cards were cut off and he was kicked out of the house, he didn't back down. Back then, he held my hand and made a solemn promise, "Miranda Swift, I'll marry you gloriously one day."

He kept his word, starting a business while still in school. He worked tirelessly, sleeping only three hours a day. With his brilliance, his company quickly grew and flourished.

By the year we graduated, the company he founded was already comparable in scale to my family's, forcing my parents to acknowledge and respect him. As he promised, he gave me a grand wedding, making me the happiest woman in the city.

Even after marriage, he treated me as lovingly as ever. He brought me fresh flowers daily, created little surprises and supported everything I wanted to do without hesitation. He celebrated my birthdays and our wedding anniversaries grandly every year.

Under the starry sky, he once vowed to me, "I, Matthew Hawk, will love you, Miranda Swift, with his life, forever unchanging."

At the time, he fulfilled his vow. During a car accident, with no way to avoid a head-on collision with a van, he swerved at the last moment, making the driver's side take the impact. He faced death head-on, leaving the chance of survival to me.

But life is unpredictable. Even the most intense feelings can fade and the sincerest promises can falter. The sweet and beautiful memories of the past only make the cruel reality now more unbearable.

I looked at Matthew. The faint trace of an ambiguous red mark on the back of his neck caught my eye and stung deeply. Matthew, why did you fall out of love?

After the transfusion, he tenderly helped press the injection site and walked me out, holding me in his arms.

"I want to go shopping. You should head back to the company first." Outside, I tilted my face up and gazed at Matthew with gentle eyes.

"Alright, don't tire yourself out. I'll finish work early today and come home to make your favorite sweet and sour ribs." Matthew carefully adjusted my clothes for me, his handsome face as affectionate and patient as always.

Standing by the roadside, I watched his car disappear from view before hailing a taxi straight to the police station.