He Bought Her Heart, Then Destroyed It novel Chapter 5

She went back and forth dozens of times, until every strand of her hair was dripping wet. Only when Helen had tried on enough clothes and got tired did she finally let her go.

Heather returned home and immediately came down with a fever, a high fever of forty degrees, so much so that she was delirious.

In her haze, she found herself back in the year she was eighteen.

At that time, she and James were still poor students. They lived frugally, but he loved her deeply.

During those winters, he worked five part-time jobs at the same time, his hands covered in frostbite, yet he couldn’t bring himself to buy a pair of gloves for himself. Instead, he saved up money to buy her a designer scarf.

When the warm wool scarf was tied around her neck, Heather couldn’t help but cry. She said she didn’t deserve such an expensive scarf and scolded him for being foolish, for not saving money to buy gloves for himself instead.

He had frostbite on his hands, and she hurt more than anyone else when she saw it.

James, however, looked into her eyes and said with determination, "Heather is the best girl in the world, she deserves the best of everything. I will work hard to make money for her, and from now on, all my money will be for her to spend."

Later, he did make a lot of money and won her back. But the money he earned for her was not used to buy her the best things; instead, it was thrown in her face as a way to humiliate her.

"It hurts..."

Heather curled up in the blanket, breaking out in a cold sweat, her memories beginning to blur.

In her dream, the kidnapping from seven years ago came back.

James was tied up and taken to an abandoned factory. The kidnappers blindfolded him and led him to the rooftop, ready to push him off.

It was Heather who made a noise, distracting the kidnappers long enough for her to call the police and have James rescued.

By the time the kidnappers returned, James was already saved by the police, but she was their revenge. They pushed her off the rooftop.

Although she was saved, she only came back with half a life. A blood clot remained in her brain, and she had been relying on medication to stay alive.

Suddenly, a familiar, cold voice echoed in her ears.

"Heather, what kind of trick are you playing again?"

Heather opened her eyes. Her consciousness was still somewhat hazy, but when she saw James’s face, she instinctively smiled.

"James, you’re okay..."

James's face blanked for a moment.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Heather smile like this. She was always burdened with worries when she was around him.