His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 79: Chapter 79
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The next day, Victoria arrived early at the coffee shop.
She stirred her coffee again and again, watching several waves of customers come and go around her.
Ellie finally appeared, fashionably late.
"Weren't we supposed to meet at nine?" Victoria glared at her. "Showing up at this hour—are you deliberately wasting my time?"
Ellie sat down across from her. "Yes, Miss White, that's exactly what I'm doing."
"You—!"
Victoria raised her hand to slap Ellie's face, but Ellie caught her wrist mid-air and pushed it back toward her.
Victoria tumbled back onto the sofa, her eyes blazing with intensified rage.
She hadn't expected that the woman before her wouldn't be as easy to bully as she'd thought.
Ellie regarded her with a steady gaze. "Miss White, such impatience won't serve you well as Mrs. Foster."
Victoria straightened her posture and studied Ellie carefully.
Most women, when confronting their husband's ideal love, followed a predictable pattern—eyes red with fury, screaming at the top of their lungs, hurling the most vicious insults.
Some might appear calm on the surface, but their words would drip with venom, each more poisonous than the last.
But she'd never seen any woman react like Ellie.
So calm.
Her eyes betrayed no emotion as she sipped her coffee with deliberate slowness, as if she were simply here to relax.
Victoria's anger finally subsided. "You didn't invite me here just to drink coffee, did you?"
Ellie set down her cup and pulled a document from her bag, placing it in front of Victoria.
The words "Divorce Agreement" leaped out from the page, causing Victoria's eyes to widen.
"You..."
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Ellie said softly. "For James and me to divorce? I agree."
"Just help me with two things, and once the mandatory cooling-off period ends and the divorce is finalized, I'll disappear from your lives forever."
Excitement surged through Victoria's body. For the first time, she felt the position of Mrs. Foster was within her grasp. She took several deep breaths to suppress the smile threatening to form at the corners of her mouth.
"What do you need?"
Ellie replied calmly:
"First, I still have some personal belongings at the mansion. I need you to pack them up and mail them to me. I'll send you the address later."
"Second, I've already signed this divorce agreement. I need you to find a way to get his signature without him knowing."
Victoria couldn't understand. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Ellie's gaze drifted to some distant point as she suddenly recalled their wedding day.
James had stood on the steps outside the civil affairs office, repeatedly asking if she truly wanted to marry him.
Or if it was just a momentary impulse.
Back then, she'd been so intoxicated by the unexpected happiness that all she could think about was getting the marriage certificate as quickly as possible.
She hadn't paid attention to his hesitation.
Later, when she accidentally discovered the history between him and Victoria, she'd felt heartbroken and considered divorce.
But then she learned about the Foster family rule: no divorces, only widowhood.
So she'd shelved the idea of divorce again and again.
Perhaps she'd still harbored some illusions before, which had kept her from pursuing it. But now, she was determined to divorce him no matter what—even if it meant seeking help from his perfect ideal.
Ellie didn't notice when Victoria left.
Looking at her now-empty handbag, she finished her last sip of coffee and disappeared into the crowd.
It was the third day since Ellie had left home.
James Foster took a bite of an unappetizing sandwich, followed by a sip of overly creamy coffee, and frowned.
He set his cup down with a thud and tossed the sandwich back onto the plate, turning to the housekeeper.
"Did we change chefs? This is terrible."
The housekeeper looked at him uncomfortably, hesitating before explaining.
"We haven't changed chefs, sir. It's just that Mrs. Foster personally prepared all your meals. We don't know her exact recipes..."
As if a dam had broken, the housekeeper began detailing all the things Ellie had done for him over the past five years.
Beyond preparing his three daily meals, she had managed every aspect of his daily life—his clothing, diet, accommodations, and transportation.
Even when she occasionally traveled, she would prepare everything in advance and call multiple times each day to remind the staff of his needs.
James was completely stunned. He had never known she did so much.
And she had never once mentioned it.
Staring at the cold breakfast on the table, his mind was flooded with a thousand thoughts.
She stirred her coffee again and again, watching several waves of customers come and go around her.
Ellie finally appeared, fashionably late.
"Weren't we supposed to meet at nine?" Victoria glared at her. "Showing up at this hour—are you deliberately wasting my time?"
Ellie sat down across from her. "Yes, Miss White, that's exactly what I'm doing."
"You—!"
Victoria raised her hand to slap Ellie's face, but Ellie caught her wrist mid-air and pushed it back toward her.
Victoria tumbled back onto the sofa, her eyes blazing with intensified rage.
She hadn't expected that the woman before her wouldn't be as easy to bully as she'd thought.
Ellie regarded her with a steady gaze. "Miss White, such impatience won't serve you well as Mrs. Foster."
Victoria straightened her posture and studied Ellie carefully.
Most women, when confronting their husband's ideal love, followed a predictable pattern—eyes red with fury, screaming at the top of their lungs, hurling the most vicious insults.
Some might appear calm on the surface, but their words would drip with venom, each more poisonous than the last.
But she'd never seen any woman react like Ellie.
So calm.
Her eyes betrayed no emotion as she sipped her coffee with deliberate slowness, as if she were simply here to relax.
Victoria's anger finally subsided. "You didn't invite me here just to drink coffee, did you?"
Ellie set down her cup and pulled a document from her bag, placing it in front of Victoria.
The words "Divorce Agreement" leaped out from the page, causing Victoria's eyes to widen.
"You..."
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Ellie said softly. "For James and me to divorce? I agree."
"Just help me with two things, and once the mandatory cooling-off period ends and the divorce is finalized, I'll disappear from your lives forever."
Excitement surged through Victoria's body. For the first time, she felt the position of Mrs. Foster was within her grasp. She took several deep breaths to suppress the smile threatening to form at the corners of her mouth.
"What do you need?"
Ellie replied calmly:
"First, I still have some personal belongings at the mansion. I need you to pack them up and mail them to me. I'll send you the address later."
"Second, I've already signed this divorce agreement. I need you to find a way to get his signature without him knowing."
Victoria couldn't understand. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Ellie's gaze drifted to some distant point as she suddenly recalled their wedding day.
James had stood on the steps outside the civil affairs office, repeatedly asking if she truly wanted to marry him.
Or if it was just a momentary impulse.
Back then, she'd been so intoxicated by the unexpected happiness that all she could think about was getting the marriage certificate as quickly as possible.
She hadn't paid attention to his hesitation.
Later, when she accidentally discovered the history between him and Victoria, she'd felt heartbroken and considered divorce.
But then she learned about the Foster family rule: no divorces, only widowhood.
So she'd shelved the idea of divorce again and again.
Perhaps she'd still harbored some illusions before, which had kept her from pursuing it. But now, she was determined to divorce him no matter what—even if it meant seeking help from his perfect ideal.
Ellie didn't notice when Victoria left.
Looking at her now-empty handbag, she finished her last sip of coffee and disappeared into the crowd.
It was the third day since Ellie had left home.
James Foster took a bite of an unappetizing sandwich, followed by a sip of overly creamy coffee, and frowned.
He set his cup down with a thud and tossed the sandwich back onto the plate, turning to the housekeeper.
"Did we change chefs? This is terrible."
The housekeeper looked at him uncomfortably, hesitating before explaining.
"We haven't changed chefs, sir. It's just that Mrs. Foster personally prepared all your meals. We don't know her exact recipes..."
As if a dam had broken, the housekeeper began detailing all the things Ellie had done for him over the past five years.
Beyond preparing his three daily meals, she had managed every aspect of his daily life—his clothing, diet, accommodations, and transportation.
Even when she occasionally traveled, she would prepare everything in advance and call multiple times each day to remind the staff of his needs.
James was completely stunned. He had never known she did so much.
And she had never once mentioned it.
Staring at the cold breakfast on the table, his mind was flooded with a thousand thoughts.
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