His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 123: Chapter 123
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My condition had visibly improved lately.
Free from my empty marriage, family constraints, and cruel insults, I now faced each day positively, even learning volleyball and pottery.
"What fun thing did you make today?" Caleb returned from outside, dusty from travel, holding a manila envelope.
"I learned to glaze ceramics! Look how pretty!" I excitedly held up my pottery, the bright colors reflecting my newfound joy.
The windowsill displayed a neat row of ceramic flowers—blooming roses, budding peonies, pure magnolias, and cute succulents, all vibrant and lifelike in the sunlight.
Among these flowers sat two crooked clay figurines.
Cute cartoon versions of Caleb and me, pressed close together, smiling brightly, even our flaws lovingly preserved in clay.
"Very cute, better than my work." Caleb affectionately pinched my cheek, his eyes warm with pride.
"Oh Olivia, great news—our visas are approved!" He pulled papers from the envelope, big "APPROVED" stamps on white sheets.
"That's wonderful!" I hugged him tightly, tears of joy in my eyes, the last piece of our escape plan falling into place.
"When do we leave? Let's book the earliest flight!" My words tumbled out in excitement.
I couldn't wait another moment. I just wanted to escape everything, flee this suffocating country, go somewhere no one knew us, start a new life far from the shadows of our past.
"There's a flight to London tomorrow morning. I've already booked it. Let's pack now." Caleb gently stroked my hair, understanding my urgency.
Just as we spread our luggage on the floor, someone knocked at the door.
I sensed trouble immediately, intuition telling me it was Marcus. The forceful pounding had his impatient signature.
Sure enough, a man's roar came from outside:
"Olivia! I know you're in there! I need to talk to you! If you don't come out, I'll stay here forever!"
Caleb's expression darkened instantly. He moved silently toward the door, but I grabbed his hand.
"Caleb, it's okay. Let me talk to him." I was surprised by my own calmness. "We need closure on these matters, or we'll never have peace. He'll always be looking for us."
I wasn't that weak, helpless person who only knew how to cry alone anymore.
I would bravely bid farewell to my past.
Seeing me open the door, Marcus fumbled excitedly, pulling out a faded, worn scarf from his coat.
"Olivia, look what I found in the bedroom—the scarf you knitted when we first married. I thought it was beautiful. I'll wear it this fall."
But I just smiled coldly: "Something from three years ago is long out of style. Besides, my family forced me to knit it to please you. It wasn't my choice."
"I've transferred everything to your name. You'll never be controlled by your parents again."
Tears welled in Marcus's eyes as he frantically produced a stack of neatly bound documents—share transfer agreements, all voluntarily gifted to Olivia Ryan.
"I don't need them... Even without these, I can live freely now." I looked at him with pity rather than anger. "Marcus, I don't hate you that much, because hatred requires love as foundation. From beginning to end, I never cared about anything concerning you. How many women you brought home, what you did with them—I didn't care. I just wanted to live my own life."
"I hope you'll stop bothering me. Let's leave these three years with some dignity."
As I finished speaking, Caleb emerged from the shadows, his face still cold. He spoke casually, dropping a bombshell:
"Forgot to mention—those share transfer agreements are void. That foreign company cutting off your lifeline? It's mine. I just announced we're done with Sullivan Corp, and you—you're completely bankrupt."
The mansion door slammed shut.
Marcus stood there devastated, his heart plummeting to rock bottom.
Cold tears ran down his cheeks, wetting the gray scarf in his hands.
He suddenly felt freezing cold, as if abandoned by the entire world.
His last shred of hope vanished completely.
He truly had nothing left.
Free from my empty marriage, family constraints, and cruel insults, I now faced each day positively, even learning volleyball and pottery.
"What fun thing did you make today?" Caleb returned from outside, dusty from travel, holding a manila envelope.
"I learned to glaze ceramics! Look how pretty!" I excitedly held up my pottery, the bright colors reflecting my newfound joy.
The windowsill displayed a neat row of ceramic flowers—blooming roses, budding peonies, pure magnolias, and cute succulents, all vibrant and lifelike in the sunlight.
Among these flowers sat two crooked clay figurines.
Cute cartoon versions of Caleb and me, pressed close together, smiling brightly, even our flaws lovingly preserved in clay.
"Very cute, better than my work." Caleb affectionately pinched my cheek, his eyes warm with pride.
"Oh Olivia, great news—our visas are approved!" He pulled papers from the envelope, big "APPROVED" stamps on white sheets.
"That's wonderful!" I hugged him tightly, tears of joy in my eyes, the last piece of our escape plan falling into place.
"When do we leave? Let's book the earliest flight!" My words tumbled out in excitement.
I couldn't wait another moment. I just wanted to escape everything, flee this suffocating country, go somewhere no one knew us, start a new life far from the shadows of our past.
"There's a flight to London tomorrow morning. I've already booked it. Let's pack now." Caleb gently stroked my hair, understanding my urgency.
Just as we spread our luggage on the floor, someone knocked at the door.
I sensed trouble immediately, intuition telling me it was Marcus. The forceful pounding had his impatient signature.
Sure enough, a man's roar came from outside:
"Olivia! I know you're in there! I need to talk to you! If you don't come out, I'll stay here forever!"
Caleb's expression darkened instantly. He moved silently toward the door, but I grabbed his hand.
"Caleb, it's okay. Let me talk to him." I was surprised by my own calmness. "We need closure on these matters, or we'll never have peace. He'll always be looking for us."
I wasn't that weak, helpless person who only knew how to cry alone anymore.
I would bravely bid farewell to my past.
Seeing me open the door, Marcus fumbled excitedly, pulling out a faded, worn scarf from his coat.
"Olivia, look what I found in the bedroom—the scarf you knitted when we first married. I thought it was beautiful. I'll wear it this fall."
But I just smiled coldly: "Something from three years ago is long out of style. Besides, my family forced me to knit it to please you. It wasn't my choice."
"I've transferred everything to your name. You'll never be controlled by your parents again."
Tears welled in Marcus's eyes as he frantically produced a stack of neatly bound documents—share transfer agreements, all voluntarily gifted to Olivia Ryan.
"I don't need them... Even without these, I can live freely now." I looked at him with pity rather than anger. "Marcus, I don't hate you that much, because hatred requires love as foundation. From beginning to end, I never cared about anything concerning you. How many women you brought home, what you did with them—I didn't care. I just wanted to live my own life."
"I hope you'll stop bothering me. Let's leave these three years with some dignity."
As I finished speaking, Caleb emerged from the shadows, his face still cold. He spoke casually, dropping a bombshell:
"Forgot to mention—those share transfer agreements are void. That foreign company cutting off your lifeline? It's mine. I just announced we're done with Sullivan Corp, and you—you're completely bankrupt."
The mansion door slammed shut.
Marcus stood there devastated, his heart plummeting to rock bottom.
Cold tears ran down his cheeks, wetting the gray scarf in his hands.
He suddenly felt freezing cold, as if abandoned by the entire world.
His last shred of hope vanished completely.
He truly had nothing left.
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