Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437

It was not Aaron in the photo. It was none other than himself.

He was still in school that year.

He wanted to read in peace, so he went to the most deserted corner of the school alone, but he did not realize that there were people behind him….

John looked blankly at the photo. His heart throbbed with pain, causing him to have trouble breathing and fall to the ground.

He realized at that moment that he was Olivia’s first love.

He thought she was in love with Aaron and used him as a substitute.

He even used that as an excuse to repeatedly insult and call her names….

“Why didn’t she tell me the truth?

Why did she admit repeatedly that Aaron was the one she loved?

‘Is it because she was disappointed in me?”

Leaning sadly against the bed, John turned the photo around to see a line of words written on the back.

[It’s been five years. I finally found you, but I won’t bother you. I’ll come to you when I’m older. I hope you don’t forget me.]

‘Five years?’

John frowned slightly. He aligned the time with his newly recovered memory and suddenly realized it.

His hands trembled instantly..

“So. Am I the guy Olivia has been in love with for 17 years?”

17 years ago, he rescued several abducted children, including Olivia, from a cabin in the mountains.

She had never lied to him.

She said she had loved him for 17 years. She said he was her only man…

He did not believe her.

Instead, he sneered. “Liv, I’m so stupid.”

It was all laid out in plain sight. Why did he choose not to see it?

Now that she was dead, he remembered. What was the point?

He punched the ground hard, and the pain was piercing, but it was nothing like heartache.

‘Three days?

“How can he pay all this debt in three days?’

Zac stepped aside and said coldly, “Wilbur, break the door down!”

“Yes.”

Bang! With a loud bang, Wilbur knocked the door down, and there was a strong smell of wine.

Zac frowned and said with a sneer, “Mr. Coulson, I think you worry too much. At least he had a drink. He won’t die.”

The room was dark with the curtains drawn, and it was hard to see where John was.

Zac strode to the window and yanked back the curtain to find John sitting on the floor clutching a bottle of wine.

He found him with messy hair, blank eyes, a scruffy face, and messy clothes. He looked dispirited.

He had known John for more than 20 years, and it was the first time he had seen John this way.

However, Zac had no sympathy.

He leaned over and pulled John up from the ground. “John, who are you showing this miserable behavior to?