His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 100: Chapter 100
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"James Foster!"
Mrs. Foster, who had come to bring her new daughter some milk, opened the door to this scene and nearly fainted.
She rushed forward, pushing him away before delivering a stinging slap to his face.
"What kind of drunken madness is this!"
Ellie took the opportunity to hide behind Mrs. Foster, disgustedly wiping her lips.
The sight pierced through him.
"I'm not crazy!"
"She could have been my wife again! Why did you have to make her my sister?!"
He was like a man possessed, raving throughout the room.
All his usual composure had vanished.
"I was so close! Just a little more effort and we could have reconciled."
"Why, why would you do this to me?!"
He knelt on the floor, angrily pounding his fists against it.
Mrs. Foster watched him coldly, about to speak when Ellie beat her to it.
"James, I never intended to remarry you. Not from the very beginning."
James suddenly broke into tears.
"But you gave me a chance. You did."
"I love you so much..."
"That chance was fake."
"Giving you hope just to disappoint you—that's the only thing you taught me in those five years."
She smiled faintly.
"I waited for you for five years."
"Each time, you'd promise to come, only to leave for Victoria instead."
"I simply returned the favor, exactly as you taught me."
"As for your claim that you love me..."
"Huh, during our five years of marriage, I never once heard you say you loved me."
"Only after our divorce did you start saying it."
James Foster, how pathetic can you be?
When she had offered her heart, he'd trampled on it carelessly.
When she finally gave up and left, he played the part of the repentant lover.
James's face suddenly turned ashen.
"What you love is only what you can't have."
The eternal debate between the idealized love and the everyday one, between fantasy and reality.
"No, Ellie, it's you I love! Truly, after you left, I thought long and hard about it. I'm clear about my feelings now..."
"But I don't love you anymore."
She looked at him steadily. "I won't marry you again. I won't love you again. We can only be siblings."
"This isn't a joke. I'm not saying this out of anger."
James staggered backward, his face crumbling inch by inch.
"Please, don't bother me anymore."
"After all, you're my brother. Nothing more."
With that, she turned and left.
Mrs. Foster looked at her sobbing son and sighed deeply.
"When you should have cherished her, you didn't."
"What use are your tears now?"
After hearing that James had made inappropriate advances toward his "sister" while drunk, Grandfather Foster flew into a rage.
He decided on the spot that Mr. and Mrs. Foster would stay in the city, while James would accompany him to Hawaii.
James tried to resist, but his father gave him a severe beating.
As he left, his father said just three words:
Have some dignity.
The day Grandfather Foster left for Hawaii was beautiful.
Clear blue skies reflected Ellie's current mood.
At the boarding gate, they said their final goodbyes to Grandfather Foster.
Looking at James with his bruised lip, Ellie sighed.
She walked up to him.
"James."
His eyes were filled with a deadness, though he still forced a smile.
"Can I have a hug?"
She opened her arms, and he gently pulled her into his embrace.
The hug that had been five years too late finally came in this moment.
Finally, he pushed her away gently.
After slipping something into her pocket, he turned and disappeared through the boarding gate without hesitation.
Ellie pulled out a small note.
It contained just two lines of words.
Goodbye.
Goodbye forever.
Mrs. Foster, who had come to bring her new daughter some milk, opened the door to this scene and nearly fainted.
She rushed forward, pushing him away before delivering a stinging slap to his face.
"What kind of drunken madness is this!"
Ellie took the opportunity to hide behind Mrs. Foster, disgustedly wiping her lips.
The sight pierced through him.
"I'm not crazy!"
"She could have been my wife again! Why did you have to make her my sister?!"
He was like a man possessed, raving throughout the room.
All his usual composure had vanished.
"I was so close! Just a little more effort and we could have reconciled."
"Why, why would you do this to me?!"
He knelt on the floor, angrily pounding his fists against it.
Mrs. Foster watched him coldly, about to speak when Ellie beat her to it.
"James, I never intended to remarry you. Not from the very beginning."
James suddenly broke into tears.
"But you gave me a chance. You did."
"I love you so much..."
"That chance was fake."
"Giving you hope just to disappoint you—that's the only thing you taught me in those five years."
She smiled faintly.
"I waited for you for five years."
"Each time, you'd promise to come, only to leave for Victoria instead."
"I simply returned the favor, exactly as you taught me."
"As for your claim that you love me..."
"Huh, during our five years of marriage, I never once heard you say you loved me."
"Only after our divorce did you start saying it."
James Foster, how pathetic can you be?
When she had offered her heart, he'd trampled on it carelessly.
When she finally gave up and left, he played the part of the repentant lover.
James's face suddenly turned ashen.
"What you love is only what you can't have."
The eternal debate between the idealized love and the everyday one, between fantasy and reality.
"No, Ellie, it's you I love! Truly, after you left, I thought long and hard about it. I'm clear about my feelings now..."
"But I don't love you anymore."
She looked at him steadily. "I won't marry you again. I won't love you again. We can only be siblings."
"This isn't a joke. I'm not saying this out of anger."
James staggered backward, his face crumbling inch by inch.
"Please, don't bother me anymore."
"After all, you're my brother. Nothing more."
With that, she turned and left.
Mrs. Foster looked at her sobbing son and sighed deeply.
"When you should have cherished her, you didn't."
"What use are your tears now?"
After hearing that James had made inappropriate advances toward his "sister" while drunk, Grandfather Foster flew into a rage.
He decided on the spot that Mr. and Mrs. Foster would stay in the city, while James would accompany him to Hawaii.
James tried to resist, but his father gave him a severe beating.
As he left, his father said just three words:
Have some dignity.
The day Grandfather Foster left for Hawaii was beautiful.
Clear blue skies reflected Ellie's current mood.
At the boarding gate, they said their final goodbyes to Grandfather Foster.
Looking at James with his bruised lip, Ellie sighed.
She walked up to him.
"James."
His eyes were filled with a deadness, though he still forced a smile.
"Can I have a hug?"
She opened her arms, and he gently pulled her into his embrace.
The hug that had been five years too late finally came in this moment.
Finally, he pushed her away gently.
After slipping something into her pocket, he turned and disappeared through the boarding gate without hesitation.
Ellie pulled out a small note.
It contained just two lines of words.
Goodbye.
Goodbye forever.
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