Regretful Tears Won't Bring Her Back novel Chapter 67

Jacob had never loved Liesel. He could lend Liesel his coat to save her from embarrassment in a moment of disgrace, but that coat was always ready for Natalie, and he could always solve any of Natalie's troubles.

Jacob Ford. She silently repeated his name in her heart, wondering how much more he could disappoint her.

Liesel lowered her head while letting out a soft laugh. Yet, tears streamed uncontrollably. Each teardrop hit the floor with a soft plop.

Suddenly, her gaze locked onto something. She saw a broken photo frame not far away.

Liesel froze, completely losing her grace and composure. She was no longer the refined young lady praised by others. She crawled over, and her slender fingers reached for the cracked glass of the photo.

She vividly remembered this was the last picture her mother took with her before she passed away. Back then, her mother had told her, "Lili, you must live a happy and fulfilling life. Never, ever compromise yourself for anyone. I'm watching you from above."

How could living a happy, fulfilling life without compromising for anyone be possible?

From the moment she was told to take care of Xavier, chains had already bound her, trapping her forever in the Sharp family.

Although she knew all of this was Heather's plan, she still couldn't help but be warmed by her gentle kindness. She truly longed for that maternal love and family bond.

Now, the only photo she had with her mother was ruined.

Was it just the photo that had shattered? No, her heart was shattered too.

Tears continued to flow as Liesel's fingers tightened around the glass shards. Her palm had been cut and blood began to seep out, but she felt entirely numb to the pain.

She tried to piece the photo back together with difficulty. However, the shattered photo couldn't be pieced together anymore.

Her hands rested on her abdomen, but her eyes remained on Jacob's indifferent face. She could clearly see the utter lack of emotion in his eyes.

This was just truly who he was: lofty and uncompassionate, even to the woman who had been his wife for three years.

"Jacob." Liesel's lips curled into a faint smile, gentle as it had always been in those three years when she looked at him. However, the smile at this moment felt foreign. It even felt eerie.

"I'm free," she said.

She was free and would no longer love Jacob. The feelings she had poured out couldn't be taken back, but she would no longer love him from now on.

She would love herself.