Divorcing Cheating
Chapter 7

Chapter 7 That Man

Chris, seeing my unwavering stance, erupted in anger, “Amber, must you be so stubborn? Isn’t this what you’ve always

wanted?”

Yes, it was

For all these years, my obsession has been to become his wife.

I loved him so much that I even lost my self–respect.

I loved him so much that I stayed with him without a name or title, even with our child.

I loved him so much that I didn’t dare question him when countless rumors spread about him and Sharon.

Loving him is really exhausting.

I no longer had the strength to continue this entanglement.

Finally, I dragged my wounded body away from the mansion.

This time, Chris watched me leave, his gaze fixed on my retreating figure.

I returned to the villa that bore my name.

It was a gift from my mother before she passed away.

The room was filled with mementos of my past with Aaron.

I still couldn’t accept that Aaron was gone.

I shut myself up in the villa, often crying for hours on end.

I had lost all sense of time, eating when I was hungry and sleeping when I was tired.

But I was often neit

Finally, I passed out.

hungry nor tired.

I thought to myself, I had no family left to love and care for me, and maybe no one would even notice if I died here.

But I never expected that the one who found me would be Chris,

When I woke up, he was there in the hospital room.

Seeing that I was awake, he said nothing.

He silently called the doctor and had Mason deliver my favorite oatmeal.

He remembered how, when I was sick before, I’d insist on him making oatmeal for me.

Back then, he’d reluctantly refuse with a scowl.

But he always ended up bringing it to me, and I’d look at him in surprise.

I would cling to him, making him feed me, cooing, “You are the best brother!”

His reluctant expression and reddening ears as he fed me would make my heart flutter for days.

I thought he had feelings for me, too.

Later, he confessed that he only did it because my mother forced him to.

It was all my wishful thinking.

This time, I don’t know why he’s being so proactive, but I don’t want to make the same mistake again.

Turning away, I refused the oatmeal he offered.

Clearly, out of patience, his spoon clanged noisily against the bowl.

“Amber, look at how thin you’ve become

“All this for that man’s child, is it really necessary?”

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