Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 539 My Only Love, Molly (Part Two)

"Spark..." Molly kept sobbing in Spark's arms. He had been there for her for all those four years even when she was feeling depressed all over again, even until she had gone into labor and until they found out that Mark couldn't speak, Spark had always stayed by her side. He never left her, always encouraging her and supporting her. She didn't love him but he held a very special place in her heart, one that couldn't be replaced. She just hoped that she didn't hurt him too much.

Spark held Molly tighter as if he could read her mind, bitter tears streaming down his face. He said firmly, "Don't blame yourself, Molly. I don't care if you left me or if you don't love me because that doesn't change the fact that you're the only love of my life. Please live your life as happily as you can. You should be happy, Mol. You deserve to be happy."

Spark broke into a smile, his eyes swollen. Soon after, tears started falling down his face again.

Eyes closed, Molly bit her lips. She had run out of words - this was too much for her.

Outside the hospital, Brian was still waiting. He was leaning against his car, hands in his pockets, legs crossed, and eyes down.

His crisp suit and fancy car only added to his appeal. Brian, the handsome and cold man that he was, was such a sight for sore eyes.

Everyone who had passed by Brian kept staring at him - whether it was medial staff, visitors, or even patients themselves. They were curious about what such an attractive man was doing in the hospital. He was too good-looking to not be talked about.

The crowd were already wondering why he had looked so familiar. It occurred to them that he was the man who held the press conference earlier that afternoon.

"Wow, that's Brian Long, right?"Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yes, I think so. He looks so good," A woman said. Then as she thought back to the press conference, she speculated, "If Brian is here, then does that mean Spark really is in this hospital?"

"But if Spark was admitted here then how come I didn't see his name anywhere? Or even heard about it?"

"But if Spark's not here then what's Brian doing here?"

The crowd started buzzing. But knowing who Brian was and knowing what kind of person he was, they had to keep their mouths hushed. They couldn't discuss it as publicly or as loudly as they would like to. As they continued to look at Brian, they realized how mixed their feelings were toward him.

Brian didn't dignify their stares and gossip by noticing them. He never really was the type of person concerning over how others think of him.

He took a cigarette out, put it between his lips, and lit it. He took a long puff before removing the cigarette. He moved so smoothly and gracefully that it showed how used he was to being alone.

Brian only smoked when felt dispirited. During these days, he only smoked when he really needed to. Molly had been inside for over an hour now. As time continued to pass by, his anxiety grew along with it. Now, he was having trouble breathing.

He rarely regretted anything but now it seemed like he was regretting sending Molly in there.

Today was Mark's first day at school and he didn't keep his promise of picking him up after school. Instead, he drove Molly to meet with Spark. The man she was married to.

This enraged Brian. He took a couple more puffs, brows furrowed together.

There was nothing he could not get or not be able to do. But something about this moment made him feel helpless and thus, agitated. His stomach was turning at the idea of Molly disliking him even more

after talking to Spark. But mostly, it was his fault - he never should have driven Molly here.

'Brian, this is what you get for being so weak for her. You're always giving in to what she wants. Karma's a bitch, huh. Five years ago, you let her down and broke her heart. Now it's her turn to do the same to you, '

Brian thought anxiously in his mind. His face, though, remained as steely as it always was. He tossed the cigarette away and put a foot on it to put it out. He started to stare at the door impatiently but of course, Molly still hadn't shown up.

"Mr. Brian?"

The voice sounded unsure. Brian turned around to see Harrow. Instantly his confusion turned into nonchalance, "You're back," he commented.

"Mhm," Harrow turned his eyes to the door. He didn't know exactly what Brian was doing here but he had a pretty good guess. That was also the reason why he didn't go to the hospital right away after getting off his flight.

They both waited outside to give Molly and Spark privacy. Brian asked about the situation in Las Vegas and proceeded to give him more tasks for QY Island.

Back in the ward, Spark had just handed the divorce papers to Molly - quite ironic, actually.

They got married because of Mark and now they're divorcing still for him. Marriage and divorce was just a legal procedure, a piece of paper, just a word really. But that didn't make their four years together any less real. Was four years not enough for them to build a family?

"Just sign it," Spark advised. He wasn't feeling very well at that moment. He could feel his chest constricting but he refrained himself from coughing so that Molly wouldn't worry. "Maybe, this is the last

thing I can do for you,"

Spark said as he gently placed a pen in Molly's hand. He had already signed his name on the dotted line and nothing made his heart ache more. He loved her, yes, but he didn't think he loved her this much. Now more than ever, he realized how much he loved Molly, this stubborn and tough woman. There was no way he could ever forget her.

Molly stared at Spark's signature and took the pen, her hand shaking. She felt something trickle down her nose - a teardrop. She blinked her eyes to prevent more tears from falling. 'I'm strong enough to handle this.' She thought to herself. If this was the finale for both of them, then all she ought to do was to tough up, sign her name and leave.

She clicked her teeth and started to sign her name decisively. The process was quick and final.

Spark suddenly let out a laugh - he couldn't even tell what this laughter meant. Maybe it meant that he was bitter or miserable or just altogether accepting the mess they were in. It didn't matter anymore if they were married or not; he didn't care anymore.

'Mol, if my love ever becomes too heavy for you to carry, I'll bury it. I don't want you to be tired. I want you to be happy. You have to be happy. Only then will I be reassured, ' Spark thought to himself.

The cool wind blew through the window which made the curtain dance.

Spark stood in front of the window and stared in the distance. The Phoenix Mountain, an attraction for couples, seemed so cruel now, making him feel even more lonely.

A squeaking sound came - it was the door closing and opening. Spark didn't turn around. He only said in a quiet voice, "Manny, she's gone..."

The room was silent.

Spark grimaced, eyes red from crying, and continued, "Manny, when mom left, I couldn't understand why she loved that man. I didn't know why she had to do all of that just to be with that man. But now I get it," he shed more tears, a bitter smile forming on his lips, "You know? On one hand, I did tell myself that I should just let her go so that I wouldn't burden her anymore. She should be happy. But on the other hand, I just can't take it anymore. I told her. I told her that I loved her with all my heart. I didn't mean to say that though. I wasn't planning on telling her because like I said, I didn't want my affection for her to be a burden on her anymore, but I was just, I was just afraid. I was afraid that if I didn't tell her now then I never would be able to."

The person who came in remained standing behind his back, frowning, his eyes showing empathy.

"Love hurts." Spark lowered his head, tears dripping on the window sill. His reflection was the vision of despair. "It's as if my heart was torn into a million pieces. But you know? I don't regret it. Even if she didn't love me, I don't regret it. Even I was so sure back then that the day at the hotel when she told me she loved me. I was so sure she meant it then. That's enough for me.

I'm silly, huh?" Spark continued to talk even though he wasn't getting a response, "I'm willing to do all these things for her..."

"Spark..."

the person said. It wasn't Manny's voice. Spark turned to look at who was talking to him, flummoxed. He paused for a while then asked flatly, "What are you doing here?

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