His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 109: Chapter 109
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In the eyes of many, I was the epitome of perfection—good-looking, from a well-off family, and highly capable at work.
Marcus suddenly recalled that the day after their wedding was his birthday. As a matter of courtesy, I'd made him a cream cake with my own hands. It didn't look great, and the taste wasn't fantastic either, but for some inexplicable reason, he'd devoured every crumb.
Zoe waved her hand in front of Marcus, who was lost in thought, and gave his arm a little shake.
"What's up, Marcus? You've been staring into space for like five minutes."
Marcus snapped out of his daze. The moment he looked up, our eyes met as I walked through the mansion gate.
Zoe rolled her eyes dramatically. Her white wedding dress made her look stunning today, and Marcus, dressed in a sharp suit, looked equally dashing.
Were they planning to handle the divorce and marriage in one go? But then again, it was none of my business. I simply said flatly,
"Give it to me." I held out my hand, wanting to complete this transaction as quickly and painlessly as possible.
A strange, indescribable heaviness welled up inside Marcus. He suddenly felt a strong urge not to go through with the divorce. He chalked up this odd hesitation to the fact that, after all these years together, he'd never truly had me. We hadn't even shared a real kiss.
"How long are you going to stay faithful to that dead guy?" Marcus asked, getting angrier by the second, his words laced with sarcasm and arrogant self-righteousness. "If you beg me on your knees and promise to be nice to Zoe and her kid, I might consider not divorcing you, and you can keep being the esteemed Mrs. Sullivan."
Hearing this, Zoe felt a pang of unease. She glared at me with venomous eyes, as if she wanted to tear me to pieces. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into Marcus's arm.
I ignored Marcus's ridiculous words, took the decree from the servant, and turned to leave. The more nonchalant I seemed, the heavier that sinking feeling in Marcus's chest became.
"You'd better not regret this. Don't come crawling back to me in tears when no one else wants you," he snarled, his face dark with anger.
I didn't respond. I just strode towards the gate, feeling as if a huge weight that had been crushing me for ages had finally lifted.
From now on, I didn't want to be tied down by anyone. I was going to break free from all my shackles and live for myself.
As I walked away, Zoe could barely contain her triumphant smile.
After today, she could become Mrs. Sullivan in name and enjoy a life of luxury.
"Marcus, let's go get registered..." she purred, tugging at his sleeve.
Hearing Zoe's cooing behind me, I thought to myself how accurate my sixth sense was. She was just about to urge Marcus on when he suddenly turned and went back into the house without a word, leaving her standing alone on the steps.
Now that none of this concerned me, I felt a bit amused, like I was watching a show from a safe distance. I had no interest in their drama and just stood at the gate, waiting to hail a cab.
Zoe, however, wasn't ready to let me go. She suddenly yelled out at my back, her voice carrying across the carefully manicured lawn.
"Olivia, even though you're now a discarded divorcée, if you need help, I could introduce you to my crippled uncle. He probably wouldn't mind your situation!"
I couldn't even be bothered to give her a glance, moving several steps further away. Her pettiness was as predictable as it was pathetic.
No one noticed the silver Rolls-Royce that had stopped at the curb, its engine purring quietly like a contented cat.
The window slowly lowered, revealing a tall, striking man sitting inside.
Shadows fell across his face, outlining handsome features I thought I'd never see again.
A hoarse, deep voice carried from inside with an enigmatic quality:
"Who says no one wants her?"
Marcus suddenly recalled that the day after their wedding was his birthday. As a matter of courtesy, I'd made him a cream cake with my own hands. It didn't look great, and the taste wasn't fantastic either, but for some inexplicable reason, he'd devoured every crumb.
Zoe waved her hand in front of Marcus, who was lost in thought, and gave his arm a little shake.
"What's up, Marcus? You've been staring into space for like five minutes."
Marcus snapped out of his daze. The moment he looked up, our eyes met as I walked through the mansion gate.
Zoe rolled her eyes dramatically. Her white wedding dress made her look stunning today, and Marcus, dressed in a sharp suit, looked equally dashing.
Were they planning to handle the divorce and marriage in one go? But then again, it was none of my business. I simply said flatly,
"Give it to me." I held out my hand, wanting to complete this transaction as quickly and painlessly as possible.
A strange, indescribable heaviness welled up inside Marcus. He suddenly felt a strong urge not to go through with the divorce. He chalked up this odd hesitation to the fact that, after all these years together, he'd never truly had me. We hadn't even shared a real kiss.
"How long are you going to stay faithful to that dead guy?" Marcus asked, getting angrier by the second, his words laced with sarcasm and arrogant self-righteousness. "If you beg me on your knees and promise to be nice to Zoe and her kid, I might consider not divorcing you, and you can keep being the esteemed Mrs. Sullivan."
Hearing this, Zoe felt a pang of unease. She glared at me with venomous eyes, as if she wanted to tear me to pieces. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into Marcus's arm.
I ignored Marcus's ridiculous words, took the decree from the servant, and turned to leave. The more nonchalant I seemed, the heavier that sinking feeling in Marcus's chest became.
"You'd better not regret this. Don't come crawling back to me in tears when no one else wants you," he snarled, his face dark with anger.
I didn't respond. I just strode towards the gate, feeling as if a huge weight that had been crushing me for ages had finally lifted.
From now on, I didn't want to be tied down by anyone. I was going to break free from all my shackles and live for myself.
As I walked away, Zoe could barely contain her triumphant smile.
After today, she could become Mrs. Sullivan in name and enjoy a life of luxury.
"Marcus, let's go get registered..." she purred, tugging at his sleeve.
Hearing Zoe's cooing behind me, I thought to myself how accurate my sixth sense was. She was just about to urge Marcus on when he suddenly turned and went back into the house without a word, leaving her standing alone on the steps.
Now that none of this concerned me, I felt a bit amused, like I was watching a show from a safe distance. I had no interest in their drama and just stood at the gate, waiting to hail a cab.
Zoe, however, wasn't ready to let me go. She suddenly yelled out at my back, her voice carrying across the carefully manicured lawn.
"Olivia, even though you're now a discarded divorcée, if you need help, I could introduce you to my crippled uncle. He probably wouldn't mind your situation!"
I couldn't even be bothered to give her a glance, moving several steps further away. Her pettiness was as predictable as it was pathetic.
No one noticed the silver Rolls-Royce that had stopped at the curb, its engine purring quietly like a contented cat.
The window slowly lowered, revealing a tall, striking man sitting inside.
Shadows fell across his face, outlining handsome features I thought I'd never see again.
A hoarse, deep voice carried from inside with an enigmatic quality:
"Who says no one wants her?"
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