No More Tears No More Calls Chapter 02
“Lawrence! Where are you going?” I called after him.
But he didn’t answer or even look back. He was in such a hurry that he ran out without his shoes.
Right then, I got a photo from my sister Candice, who’d been missing for two years.
Candice sat in the middle, with me and my parents—Javier and Claire Gill—on either side, their faces glowing with excitement and affection. Lawrence stood behind Candice, holding her like she was something precious he’d lost and found.
I was completely shut out.
“See that? You could never win our parents’ love over me. Now, even your husband loves me.”
Candice’s text stung my eyes.
I drove my sports car straight through the floor-to-ceiling window of the Gill’s villa, glass flying everywhere.
Amid Javier’s furious yelling and Claire’s accusations, I looked at the calm Lawrence and said coldly, “Explain.”
“Let me do it, since things have come to this,” Candice said slowly, telling me the so-called truth.
According to Candice, she was Lawrence’s first love—the one who was supposed to marry him two years ago.
While I was living abroad, Lawrence and Candice were seen by everyone as the perfect couple.
No one doubted they’d get married.
Then Candice went abroad for a research program and suddenly vanished.
To find her, Lawrence used his family’s overseas resources, even though it meant breaking family rules and getting punished. But he couldn’t find a trace of her and fell into a deep depression.
The wedding date between the Frye and Gill families was getting closer.
Eventually, Javier and Claire decided to force me back from abroad to marry Lawrence.
Truth was, Lawrence resisted this marriage no less than I did.
But his grandfather, Luther Frye, gave him an ultimatum—if he refused the arranged marriage and risked the family line, he’d be cut off from the inheritance, and the Frye family would stop searching for Candice overseas.
Only then did Lawrence compromise and agree to marry me.
In other words, I had been nothing but a tool for the Gill family to keep their benefits and a stepping stone for Lawrence while he looked for the woman he really loved.
Everyone knew the truth. I was the only one kept in the dark, played for a fool.
In that moment, I felt all my blood run cold. I dug my fingernails into my palms until they bled.
At that moment, I grabbed an exquisitely decorated cake from the table and hurled it at the three-meter-tall champagne tower.
But this time, I just sat on the hospital bed, calmly looking at Lawrence, my expression completely unchanged.
“You should go. Don’t keep Candice waiting.”
Stunned, he watched as I lay back down and pulled the blanket over myself.
It had been a long time since the kidnapping, and I’d lost so much weight. My shoulder blades were clearly visible under the hospital gown.
And my temper had changed drastically.
It was like a flame had suddenly gone out, leaving only cold smoke.
“Larry, please… I’m really scared… Come over…” Candice’s voice on the phone was noticeably tearful, followed by the sound of a fall and a pained cry.
“Stay put. I’ll be right there.”
After hanging up, Lawrence said to me, “Get some rest. I’ll check on you later.”
I didn’t respond.
He pressed his lips together, displeased. After a few seconds, he turned and strode out of the room.
Half an hour later, I got a message from Candice.
“I just said my light bulb was broken, and he left you for me.”
In the attached picture, Lawrence was changing a light bulb for Candice.
She was holding onto his leg with both hands, looking up at him and chatting.
On his usually cold face was a faint smile.
“As far as I know, Larry has never said much to you or smiled at you like this, right? But you’ve been clinging to him all this time. What’s the point?”
Every word stung my eyes, but I didn’t break down or make a scene.
I called home. “Let’s meet.”
“Why?” Javier asked warily. “Did you cause trouble again? I knew it. You troublemaker, never letting us have a moment of peace…”
Cutting him off, I said, “I’m stepping aside so Lawrence can be with Candice. About the meeting—yes or no?”
