Bye, My Irresistible Love

Helen’s POV:

 I had no idea how I managed to walk out of the meeting room. Right now, I was unsteady on my feet, and I felt as if I were stepping on cotton. What was Jane doing here? Why did she have to come back after all this time? I could not even remember the last time I saw her. I had thought that pain and resentment would fade away with time, and I could finally move on. But when I saw Jane again, I realized that my grievances were still there, imprinted in my heart. I could still remember everything as if it had just happened yesterday. In the elevator, I could hear the employees gossiping to one another. 

“Did you see the woman beside Mr. Affleck? I heard that she is Jane Campbell, AKA, the mysterious product designer.” 

“Oh my God! She is Jane Campbell? I never expected that she would be such a beauty. She’s so perfect! She has an elegant temperament, and she looks stunning. Oh, and her body? It’s well-proportioned. She’s like a model!” 

“I thought she would be just another boring woman. You know, like any other product designers. I didn’t expect her to be so pretty.” 

“Actually, the gossip chat room of our company has found her background. Apparently, she and George were childhood friends and even studied abroad together. They also took up the same major. After graduating from college, they started a business. It seems that George was closer to Jane than Boswell!” 

“Oh my. I’m sure she’ll be the president’s future wife.”

 “No wonder I didn’t see Lucy after New Year’s Day. Rumor has it that she’s George’s girlfriend. It turns out that she’s just a mistress. Now that his real girlfriend has shown up, she probably has no face to show in the company anymore.” 

Jane’s name rang in my ears again and again. I just watched as the number on the screen changed, indicating which floor I was on. How I hoped that the doors of the elevator would soon open. I wanted to get away from her and everything that reminded me of her. Every second that I was in the elevator listening to the employees’ gossip was torture. I wished to get the hell out of here as soon as possible, but time seemed to have slowed down 

Meanwhile, my phone beeped relentlessly It was messages from George 

you sick?” “Where are you?”

some reason, my vision slowly became blurry. The world seemed to be coated with a layer of a blurred filter. A few seconds later, it gradually turned into Jane’s face. The instant the doors of the elevator opened, I turned my phone off, exited the building, and went to the subway station. Since it was not rush hour, there

found myself a seat and sat down. I was so immersed in my thoughts that I did not notice how many

I saw Jane was at the gate of Philadelphia High. “Helen, I’m just taking back what belongs to me,” she said.

was now. Because of this, people always took pity on her and felt the need to protect her. But it was only a facade. Little did everyone know,

the past, I only scratched her face while she chose to hit my vital parts. I didn’t bring much pain

mother defended her and warned me not to lay a finger on Jane. As for my father, he always apologized on my behalf and gave Jane a

realized how unfair the world was. My father would rather believe a stranger, and my mother never sided with me. As a result, 1 grew up bottling up all my hatred and resentment. Every time I had a conflict with Jane, my father never defended me. He would always ask me to apologize, even if

nobody sided with me was not enough, something unexpected happened. I could

father’s portrait and called him “Dad”. For a moment, I could

cried as well. She must have been so heartbroken that she couldn’t stand straight. She looked as if she was on the verge of breaking down. “Bob, you’re so selfish’ How am I supposed to live on when

were at a loss. We could not figure out what

they were crying at

days later, Libby came to our house with the paternity test report. It was then that I found out that Jane was my father’s love child and that they had another home.

believe it. However, Libby took out a yellowing album from her bag and put it on the tea table for us to see. In it were photos which showed my father holding Jane’s hand and Libby’s. They were looking into

never seen him look at me like the way he looked at Jane. I used to think that my father was a reserved man. It was just that