Beyond His Reach

On my birthday, I brought a cake for Edward.

Standing outside the private room, I overheard one of his close friends ask, "Edward, you've been with Vanessa for ten years. When are you going to marry her?"

Edward scoffed. "Marry her? She's so boring. I'm only keeping her around as a pastime. The woman who becomes my wife has to be a proper match in status."

After hearing that, I said nothing. I simply turned and walked away.

Then, I reapplied for the confidential plan. For the rest of his life, I would be far beyond his reach.

Disappear From His Life

After I left, someone at the door noticed the cake.

"Edward, Vanessa was here. She didn't hear what we just said, did she?"

"So what if she did?" Edward replied indifferently. "It's not like she'll actually get mad. Give her a couple of days, and she'll come crawling back to me anyway."

Their voices faded into the distance. There was only silence in my heart.

After knowing him for ten years, I thought I had a place in his heart. Now that I had heard what he truly thought about me, I felt that I had wasted ten years of my life.

How pitiful of me.

I shook my head and went straight to the institute that very night.

"Sir, I've decided to restart the operation."

The mentor, already past fifty, looked stunned. "Vanessa, are you sure? What about your boyfriend?"

"We broke up," I replied without hesitation. "From now on, I have nothing tying me down. I'm the best candidate, so please let me do it."

When my mentor heard this, his lips trembled, and tears filled his eyes.

This classified project began ten years ago.

Over those ten years, my mentor had sent off my seniors one by one. I would never forget the sight of him dragging his exhausted body forward, his face filled with grief.

For the past decade, I had never slackened, whether in professional training or physical conditioning.

I had been waiting for the perfect moment. Now, it was finally my turn.

Seeing the determination in my eyes, my mentor ultimately agreed. Then, I signed the confidentiality agreement.

Once I left, no one would know how long I would be gone. It could be at least three years, or it could be forever. Either way, I would not regret it.

By the time I got home from the institute, it was nearly midnight. As I saw clothes scattered on the messy living room floor, my heart sank.

I stood still at the entryway, hearing the moaning sounds coming from the bedroom, yet my emotions remained calm.

Soon, I began to clean up.

My existence had to be completely erased, leaving no trace behind.

I burned all the photos and packed up the computers. Everything else was cleared out, except the bedroom.

Though I didn't want to, I had to deal with it quickly.

I waited patiently for them to finish inside, then