Chapter 92

Chapter 92

'Title: Renee's Nine Years.'

I went through all the details of my relatively unpleasant nine years before I grabbed a pen and began

to write on a piece of paper.

'I'm Renee, the CEO of Felix Corporation. The Felix Family is a well-known family in Bryxton, and we

have always conducted our business in a moral and principled manner. The Felix Family has never

done any harm to any parties—I can vouch for that. I don't think I need to say much about the Felix

Family as I believe most of you know about us.

Whatever that's trending on the Internet now is my personal issue. This may not seem related to the

Felix Family, but the reputation of the family has been affected since this matter has gotten out of hand.

So, I would like to clarify myself now.

Nine years ago, my parents were involved in a plane crash, and their bodies were never found. I was

the only one left in the Felix Family at the young age of 14—I was still physically and emotionally

immature at that point. Back then, I fell into an endless pit of sadness and helplessness. I was a

sensitive, weak, and lonely child until I met Christopher. Nine years ago, I had no idea who Christopher

was, and I never could have expected him to grow up and turn into an internationally-celebrated

musician. Of course, none of this matters—what matters is that I was once deeply in love with him.

That year, I followed behind him every single day as I was afraid that he would disappear right in front

of my eyes. Back then, he would use his gentle tone to call me his 'little girl', and he would play the

piano for me. I watched over him cautiously, yet he eventually disappeared from my life. I didn't even

know his name. I spent the next six years seeking him to no avail.

The search went on until the Forger Family's CEO brought Nicholas' picture over for an arranged

marriage with the Felix Family. When I saw the familiar face in the picture, I felt my heart pounding. I

was filled with hope. That was the man that I had been yearning for throughout these years!

I braved myself and took the risk in hopes that Nicholas would marry me. I hoped that our marriage

would consist of mutual respect, if not love. I hoped that he would care for me like a good husband.

When I married him, I thought he would become my whole world. But that was only what I thought…

I have a secret that I've always kept in my heart—I've loved Christopher for nine years. When I was

young, I often tagged along behind him. When I grew up, I finally turned into his wife. Nine years—I

insisted on staying in love with the same man for nine years. With an uneasy heart, I kept my love for

him a secret throughout these years. I've never felt a hint of pity for myself despite him not showing me

any love. I stayed by his side unconditionally because my love for him was simple! I've only loved one

person in my whole life.

However, no one told me that he had a twin brother who looked exactly like him. The man whom I

thought I loved, the man who was as warm as a summer's breeze, wasn't the man I thought he was. All

the memories and all my love had been a mistake from the start. The love that I had held onto for nine

years was practically a joke. However, what's done is done, and no one can turn back time to fix my

mistakes. After I completed my surgery and returned to Bryxton (Note: I had uterus cancer and was

close to death), I had to confront Nicholas and Christopher. I was completely lost at that point, as I

knew that I wasn't in good health and didn't have the right to love someone else.

Furthermore, my love had been split into half. Half of my love was in the past, while the other half was

in the present. Nicholas and Christopher… They were both different individuals, and it was hard for me

to say that I loved just either one of them. Despite this, I ended up choosing Nicholas. After all, he was

the one who had physically been with me for the past three years. Christopher was just a youthful

memory that I wanted to cherish. No matter how much I didn't want to let go of it, I had to let go in the

end.

I thought that I'd be happy after choosing Nicholas, but things didn't turn out that way. Life never goes

the way you want it to. I had a divorce with Nicholas three months ago, and we stopped maintaining

contact after that.

The relationship between Christopher and I will remain in the past, and I hope that he lives a great life

ahead. Street Where Wind Resides… will remain my personal obsession from now on. From now on,

let's part ways and live our best lives.

Sincerely, Renee.'

…

I felt oddly peaceful as I was writing all of this. I felt like I had finally bid goodbye to the past, and I felt a

sense of relief after I was done. As per company procedures, I took a picture of the letter and sent it to

a colleague from the public relations team. Soon enough, my assistant sent me a question. 'Are you

sure you want to post this, President Felix?'

The note didn't consist of any huge secret—I was simply dissecting my internal experiences and writing

it down. 'Yes,' I replied. My assistant posted the content on the Felix Corporation's official website,

along with the caption, 'From now on, let's part ways and live our best lives.'

I stared at the Twitter account for a long time after that. More than ten thousand comments popped up

just a while after the post was made, and there were a few netizens who even tagged the Xenos

Solutions' official account along with some comments. 'What a shame. It was all a misunderstanding in

the end. That's nine years of love down the drain. It's fine! From now on, Mr. Xenos will be the one

caring for precious little Renee!'

There was a twist to the rumors after the Twitter post was made. Many of the netizens began to

reminisce about their past, and there were only a few who continued to curse at me. Meanwhile, there

were more and more people tagging Xenos Solution's official account.

Shawn was the one who brought me away that day, so many of the netizens perceived him as my

savior who came from the skies. The way that he had gently lifted me and left the site was an ideal

scene for many of the netizens who 'shipped' us as a couple.

Fortunately, the Xenos Solutions' account was quiet about this—they didn't respond to any comments

at all. I stared at the Twitter account for a long time and made sure that things had turned for the better

before I headed off to shower and sleep.

The next day, I woke up at 6.00AM, and I immediately turned to grab my phone beside my pillow before

logging onto Twitter. As I scrolled through the 80,000 comments, I found it hard to find any ones that

were criticizing me. Most of the people seemed to pity me, although I didn't find myself that pitiful.

One way or another, this intervention seemed to have worked, for the Felix Corporation's shares no

longer saw huge drops. As long as this went on, everything would be easily resolved in the future. I

turned to gaze out the window. The weather in Bryxton was oddly sunny that day.

I happily got out of bed and washed up before changing into a white crop top and light blue shorts.

After putting on a few rings and necklaces, I headed out to the office. Once I arrived at the company,

my assistant gazed at my outfit in surprise. "Are you in a good mood, President Felix?"

"Would you like me to be sad?" I asked in return.

"I'm glad you're happy," my assistant said while shaking his head.

After heading to my office, I watched the shares for a while. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw that

the shares didn't drop—they even went up a little. After a while, I went on Twitter and saw that Xenos

Solutions had reposted the tweet that I posted. 'Don't worry, cutie. Mr. Xenos will definitely love and

pamper his precious little Renee from now on,' the caption wrote.

I stared at the post speechlessly. I was certain that Shawn wasn't the one who posted it. He couldn't

have been the one who was handling the social media account either. The only person who has the

guts to do it, and the only person who would enjoy creating a scene… It has to be Kevin. He really

enjoys stirring things up, huh!

I felt rather troubled by this, so I hastily gave Shawn a call.