Bye, My Irresistible Love

Helen’s POV: 

“Helen…” “Helen…” 

In a trance, I seemed to hear someone calling my name. The person sounded anxious and worried as my name was repeated again and again. My eyes snapped open and locked on George’s anxious gaze. It took a moment for me to orient my current situation. 

After blinking a few times, I finally realized that I was in bed and George had just woke me up after I fell asleep. It had been years since I last had a nightmare. It had been so long since the last one that I had deluded myself into thinking it would never torture me again. 

But tonight, the nightmares had tormented me once again. Despite the fact that my whole body -and even my hair- was drenched in sweat, I was burning up. I huffed for breath and tried to think past the simultaneous heat and cold. Jane’s return was like a switch. All the nightmares I had successfully locked away were turned back on with a vengeance.

 “You have a high fever. I’ll take you to the hospital.” 

Without giving me a chance to refuse, George picked me up and took me to the emergency room of the hospital. Not that I had any strength to resist or refuse him. The fever sapped my strength at an alarming rate and I could do nothing but let him hold me. My mind was a complete mess and I could barely think straight. 

At the hospital, George insisted that I go through several check-ups. But aside from a fever, the test results showed that I was just fine. My fever was probably a reaction to the stress I was under. George insisted on arranging a VIP ward for me. After infusion and tranquilizer, I finally fell asleep soundly. 

When I woke up the next day, I found nothing unusual except that I was a little weak and frail. I found George’s head on the edge of my bed as he slept soundly. When he heard the noise, he suddenly woke up. His eyes shot to mine and a relieved smile curved his lips when he saw me. He stretched his hand out and touched my forehead. 

“Your fever is gone.” He breathed a sigh of relief. 

I had regained my sanity, but my tone was much colder than before. It was just Jane. It was no big deal. After I was discharged from the hospital, George drove me home. Outside my house, George said,

followed me in and it didn’t look like he had  any intention of leaving. It seemed that

up anything of yours that you have here and take it with you when you leave. But if you don’t want to go through the trouble of packing.

mean?” George was stunned

relationship.”

and the people related to her. If I couldn’t escape her, then I would at least stay

he was not around to give me an answer, the only thing I could do was dissect every single conflict Jane and I ever had since I was a child. Dissecting the same interactions over and over in the hope for an answer that was not there made me lose sight of myself for

for so many years. They started businesses together and had the same interests. To him, I was just a mere friend with benefit. It

No! 

have to compete with Jane for George?

No, never! 

“Helen, what’s our relationship in your

to quit when I still had a chance and let everything go. But when he lobbed the question at me, anger in his voice, my

I have already expressed my stand yesterday.

There is no need

at home, and the other is your mistress outside?” Was it really so difficult to make a

say anything more. I turned around and walked into the room. I took out his clothes from the wardrobe and stuffed them into the suitcase one after the other. I