His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 77: Chapter 77
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[BREAKING: Tech Mogul James Foster Reunites with Former Flame at Midnight Airport Rendezvous!]
The viral clip was everywhere—a woman in a white dress laughing as she flung herself into the arms of a tall man in a black suit during a downpour. He carefully tilted his umbrella to shield her from the rain.
The internet was going wild, with thousands sharing the clip and hashtags about the couple trending on every platform.
Inside Maison Laurent, an upscale French restaurant downtown, Ellie Reynolds zoomed in and out on the video clip for the twentieth time, still unable to make out her husband's expression clearly.
"Ma'am?" A waiter's voice broke her concentration. "We'll be closing soon. Would you like to continue waiting?"
Thunder crashed outside as the rain intensified. Ellie turned toward the window, catching her expressionless reflection in the glass.
Today was her birthday, but as the guest of honor, she felt anything but celebratory.
For this birthday, she had reserved his favorite restaurant two weeks in advance, spent half a day consulting with the chef about his preferred dishes, and woken up at five in the morning to perfect her appearance. She'd even brought the matcha cake he loved.
Though it was her birthday, she had planned everything around his preferences.
And though he hadn't shown up, she understood he was busy. She didn't want to bother him with calls or texts.
So she waited.
She waited as evening fell and the city lights came on.
She waited as waiters repeatedly asked when they should serve the meal.
She waited as the carefully prepared dishes grew cold.
She waited as her own enthusiasm slowly withered.
And still, he didn't come.
Ellie looked down at the tall figure in the news clip and gave a bitter smile.
During their five years of marriage, she had waited for him countless times.
Each time beginning with hope, each time ending in disappointment.
Whenever she appeared, he dropped everything—even his wife of five years.
Suddenly, Ellie felt exhausted. She didn't want to wait anymore.
She didn't want to maintain this one-sided marriage anymore.
Looking up at the waiter with a composed smile, she said, "No need. I'm done waiting."
"These dishes haven't been touched. Could I trade them for an umbrella, please? Thank you."
In the downpour, she hailed a taxi, umbrella in hand.
As the cab navigated through the rain-slicked streets, Ellie leaned against the window, her thoughts drifting back.
She had grown up poor and lost her parents young. Without the Foster Foundation scholarship, she never would have received an education.
After working her way out of poverty, she had never forgotten their kindness.
At a charity gala, she met James Foster for the first time.
He sat at the head table, shadows playing across his face. His narrow eyes gleamed with a cold intensity, his entire demeanor radiating a "keep your distance" energy that somehow drew her in.
One glance was all it took. She felt pulled toward him, her heart inexplicably racing.
After seeing his name placard, she gathered her courage to approach him, to thank him for his family's support.
He looked up, took a sip of champagne, and casually asked about her business.
Taking a deep breath, she explained how the Foster Foundation had supported her education and expressed her deep gratitude.
When she mentioned wanting to repay his family's kindness, those wine-hazed eyes looked her up and down, followed by a soft laugh.
"Repayment? I don't need money, power, or connections. What I could use is someone presentable on my arm at social functions. Is that what you're offering?"
In that moment, she was shocked and confused.
But she also heard her own heart pounding and, as if possessed, heard herself say, "Yes."
There was no proposal, no ring, no wedding, no public announcement—just a simple civil ceremony.
Perhaps because he had obtained her so easily, he never truly valued her after marriage.
For five years, she tried desperately to reach his heart, never able to unlock it.
She thought she wasn't good enough, but later discovered the truth: his heart belonged to someone else.
Victoria White. His first love.
They had fallen for each other young but separated when Victoria went abroad. The relationship ended, but James never moved on.
Ellie gradually realized she was merely a bandage for his wounded heart.
The day he proposed to her coincided with Victoria announcing her own marriage overseas.
Their marital home was the same mansion he and Victoria had once toured together.
The restaurant where they celebrated their anniversary was where he had first confessed his feelings to Victoria.
Too many coincidences had slowly eroded her love for him.
Ping.
A message notification pulled her from her thoughts.
She opened her phone to see a message from the contact with the black profile picture:
[Something came up. I'll make it up to you next year.]
Ellie smiled faintly.
Next year?
James, we don't have a next year.
Our marriage ends tonight.
You proposed then, but I'm filing for divorce now.
The viral clip was everywhere—a woman in a white dress laughing as she flung herself into the arms of a tall man in a black suit during a downpour. He carefully tilted his umbrella to shield her from the rain.
The internet was going wild, with thousands sharing the clip and hashtags about the couple trending on every platform.
Inside Maison Laurent, an upscale French restaurant downtown, Ellie Reynolds zoomed in and out on the video clip for the twentieth time, still unable to make out her husband's expression clearly.
"Ma'am?" A waiter's voice broke her concentration. "We'll be closing soon. Would you like to continue waiting?"
Thunder crashed outside as the rain intensified. Ellie turned toward the window, catching her expressionless reflection in the glass.
Today was her birthday, but as the guest of honor, she felt anything but celebratory.
For this birthday, she had reserved his favorite restaurant two weeks in advance, spent half a day consulting with the chef about his preferred dishes, and woken up at five in the morning to perfect her appearance. She'd even brought the matcha cake he loved.
Though it was her birthday, she had planned everything around his preferences.
And though he hadn't shown up, she understood he was busy. She didn't want to bother him with calls or texts.
So she waited.
She waited as evening fell and the city lights came on.
She waited as waiters repeatedly asked when they should serve the meal.
She waited as the carefully prepared dishes grew cold.
She waited as her own enthusiasm slowly withered.
And still, he didn't come.
Ellie looked down at the tall figure in the news clip and gave a bitter smile.
During their five years of marriage, she had waited for him countless times.
Each time beginning with hope, each time ending in disappointment.
Whenever she appeared, he dropped everything—even his wife of five years.
Suddenly, Ellie felt exhausted. She didn't want to wait anymore.
She didn't want to maintain this one-sided marriage anymore.
Looking up at the waiter with a composed smile, she said, "No need. I'm done waiting."
"These dishes haven't been touched. Could I trade them for an umbrella, please? Thank you."
In the downpour, she hailed a taxi, umbrella in hand.
As the cab navigated through the rain-slicked streets, Ellie leaned against the window, her thoughts drifting back.
She had grown up poor and lost her parents young. Without the Foster Foundation scholarship, she never would have received an education.
After working her way out of poverty, she had never forgotten their kindness.
At a charity gala, she met James Foster for the first time.
He sat at the head table, shadows playing across his face. His narrow eyes gleamed with a cold intensity, his entire demeanor radiating a "keep your distance" energy that somehow drew her in.
One glance was all it took. She felt pulled toward him, her heart inexplicably racing.
After seeing his name placard, she gathered her courage to approach him, to thank him for his family's support.
He looked up, took a sip of champagne, and casually asked about her business.
Taking a deep breath, she explained how the Foster Foundation had supported her education and expressed her deep gratitude.
When she mentioned wanting to repay his family's kindness, those wine-hazed eyes looked her up and down, followed by a soft laugh.
"Repayment? I don't need money, power, or connections. What I could use is someone presentable on my arm at social functions. Is that what you're offering?"
In that moment, she was shocked and confused.
But she also heard her own heart pounding and, as if possessed, heard herself say, "Yes."
There was no proposal, no ring, no wedding, no public announcement—just a simple civil ceremony.
Perhaps because he had obtained her so easily, he never truly valued her after marriage.
For five years, she tried desperately to reach his heart, never able to unlock it.
She thought she wasn't good enough, but later discovered the truth: his heart belonged to someone else.
Victoria White. His first love.
They had fallen for each other young but separated when Victoria went abroad. The relationship ended, but James never moved on.
Ellie gradually realized she was merely a bandage for his wounded heart.
The day he proposed to her coincided with Victoria announcing her own marriage overseas.
Their marital home was the same mansion he and Victoria had once toured together.
The restaurant where they celebrated their anniversary was where he had first confessed his feelings to Victoria.
Too many coincidences had slowly eroded her love for him.
Ping.
A message notification pulled her from her thoughts.
She opened her phone to see a message from the contact with the black profile picture:
[Something came up. I'll make it up to you next year.]
Ellie smiled faintly.
Next year?
James, we don't have a next year.
Our marriage ends tonight.
You proposed then, but I'm filing for divorce now.
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