Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers’s heart, however, was heavy.

She quietly followed behind Nathaniel Summers, all the while thinking, how was she going to reveal everything to him? How much did he know? What did he want to do?

They arrived at the garage, a place that was usually deserted and quiet, secluded, and suitable for conversation.

“Speak,” Purple Summers said indifferently, “what is it that you want to discuss with me?”

Nathaniel Summers, however, opened the car door and said to Purple Summers, “Get in.”

Purple Summers frowned.

She didn’t want to go out with Nathaniel Summers. To be precise, she wanted to keep her distance from him. Once in the car, it implied that he had control and could take her anywhere, which made Purple Summers apprehensive.

Nathaniel Summers sat down in the driver’s seat, started the car engine expressionlessly.

After a moment’s hesitation, Purple Summers also got in.

The car drove fast, and Nathaniel Summers sped through the streets, the destination unknown.

“Where are you taking me!” Purple Summers asked coldly, her face clearly showing annoyance and anger.

Nathaniel Summers remained silent, gripping the steering wheel, his entire demeanor somber and deep, like a statue.

Getting no answers from Nathaniel Summers, Purple Summers simply stopped asking.

She turned her head to look at the rapidly receding scenery outside the car window, her heart ice cold.

Having reached this point in her relationship with Nathaniel Summers made her find the unpredictability of life both sad and laughable…

The car kept going until it reached the riverbank.

Below the embankment flowed Clearwater, gilded with a magnificent golden hue by the setting sun. The water rushed, splashing waves, and the cold damp mist filled the surrounding air.

Nathaniel Summers held onto the steering wheel tightly, not speaking for quite some time.

Purple Summers was also silent. She had nothing to say.

After what might have been a long time, she heard Nathaniel Summers ask, “Why?”

These three words, as if coming directly from the depths of his being, were heavy with suppressed rage and pain.

Purple Summers, however, didn’t know how to answer.

Why? — Was it why did she die? Or why did she live? Or was it why did she hide her identity and not recognize him?

She truly didn’t know what to say…

“Suzanne Saunders,” Nathaniel Summers called her name, his eyes filled with an intense, unresolved pain, “why him? Suzanne Saunders, do you even remember that I am your husband!”

I am your husband!

These words, like an alarm bell, struck hard at Purple Summers’s heart.

“No…” Purple Summers lowered her eyelids, “you’re not. Suzanne Saunders is already dead.”

“The tombstone says Nathaniel Summers’s wife! Even in death, she is my wife!” Nathaniel Summers suddenly turned furious, grabbing Purple Summers’s arm, “Even if you deny it vehemently, it doesn’t change this fact! Suzanne Saunders, why are you doing this to me?!”

His emotions surged, and he gripped Purple Summers’s arm with such force that it hurt her.

“How should I have treated you?” Purple Summers bore the pain, her gaze cold as she looked at him, “Should I have joyfully told you that I came back to life, and then watched as you embraced others, enjoying your blessings of love?”

Nathaniel Summers grew even angrier, his voice fierce: “You clearly already know that there was nothing between Jade Carlson and me!”

“What do you mean by ‘nothing’?” Purple Summers scoffed coldly, “In your view, as long as the reasoning is sound, anything that happens can be understood? Can be explained away as ‘nothing’? Nathaniel Summers, you’ve kissed her, touched her! What else do you need to do for it to count as ‘something’?!”

“What about you and Alexander Summers then? How are you going to explain that?” Nathaniel Summers’s words carried a bone-chilling coldness, and he enunciated each word clearly, “The two of you really make me sick!”