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After seven years of marriage, my belongings weren’t many, nor were they few. I called people to put a fire pit in the courtyard and burned everything I could. I sold all the jewelry and accessories that couldn’t be burned.
I didn’t want t to take anything from this villa, nor leave any trace of myself. So, I burned it all,
Ryan Carter returned just as I tossed the wedding photo into the fire. I was a bit surprised since I hadn’t seen him for over a month and thought he might have gone off to die.
Through the smoke, his eyes were cold, looking at t
were a dead person. He carried on urn in his arms, and as he passed by me vin
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If not for the butler’s quick reflexes, I might have been disfigured. A chill surged from under my feet Ryan Carter had gone mad. He was using this way to retaliate against me.
Ryan Carter clicked his tongue, sounding a bit disappointed. “Clean it up.” He then turned and went upstairs.
A nameless fire rose in my heart. I endured him having a mistress, I endured him threatening me with my family, I endured Emma’s provocations, I endured him getting me drunk and forcing me to conceive.
Endure, endure, endure. I endured for three years. Now he openly wants me dead, I won’t endure anymore. If that’s the case, then let’s all die.
I quickly caught up, grabbed Ryan Carter’s arm, and made him turn around. With all my might, I slapped him hard. His head turned to the side from the slap, and he stared at me with extremely cold eyes.
Seeing the slap mark on Ryan Carter’s face gave me a sense of relief. “Tomorrow at nine in the morning, we divorce.”
I’ve put up with countless provocations from Emma White. Even when I got pregnant after a drunken night, endured it. Three years went by with me just taking it all. But now, with him openly trying to kill me, I’ve had enough. If that’s the way it is, then let everything come to an end.
I quickly caught up with Ryan Carter, grabbing
bbing his arm and forcing him to turn around. With all my strength, I slapped him hard. His head snapped to the side, and he stared at me with a cold, piercing gaze. Seeing the mark of my slap on his face brought me some satisfaction.
“Let’s get a divorce tomorrow at 9 AM
“Emma White’s death wasn’t my doing. Don’t blame me for everything. You know how I got pregnant. I didn’t attend the divorce because your mother dragged me back to the old mansion.”
“Your mistress was buried on your mom’s orders because she couldn’t stand seeing you like that. So don’t try to pin everything on your father.”
Ryan Carter showed no reaction to my explanation. Whether he believed i
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or not no longer mattered. I had made myself clear,
As I left the Carter family villa, I recalled the question Ryan Carter had asked me.
“Have you ever experienced the death of someone you love?”
Someone I love? Ha! How did I respond then? Oh, I remember now. I said, “Ryan Carter, you died to me a long time ago.”
When two people are in love, they don’t see anyone else. Once, I couldn’t see Emma White. Now, Ryan Carter can’t see me.
“After all these years, are you really willing to let go?”
Patrick, a mutual friend of Ryan Carter and me, who had been caught in this three–year–long love triangle, was the one who passed me all the updates about Emma White.
Willing to let go? After seven years of love and hate, I had once fantasized about him coming back to me. But when Emma White died, I understood. Being chosen by either side means losing.
With a light chuckle, I flicked the ash from my cigarette. Since learning about Emma White, smoking became my habit. I don’t like drinking. fearing I might do something regrettable, so smoking was my only release, a way to soothe my numb heart.
Seeing I wasn’t speaking, he continued, “Emma White is already dead. You’ve put up with it for three years. Why not wait a bit longer? Hell come back to you sooner or later”
“Besides, you still have a child. Even if Andrew agrees, the Carter family won’t.”
“I don’t need their approval.”
I hadn’t told anyone about aborting the child. Seeing he couldn’t persuade me, Patrick became visibly agitated, angrily shouting. “Are crazy? Maybe Emma White isn’t even dead”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
After a long silence, he finally explained everything.
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