His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 80: Chapter 80
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By the fifth day of Ellie's absence, James finally realized she had run away from home.
He picked up his phone and, for the first time, initiated a call to her.
Standing on the spacious terrace, he watched the sunset slowly disappear below the horizon as darkness crept across the sky.
His heart sank with the setting sun, gradually giving way to impatience.
She didn't answer.
Not a single call.
James took a deep breath, deciding to call her relatives instead. Then he suddenly remembered that Ellie was an orphan whose only grandmother had passed away several years ago.
Then he scrolled through his contacts list, flipping through it several times before realizing he didn't even know who her friends were.
He pushed open the door to Ellie's room, hoping to find some clues about her whereabouts.
The moment he stepped inside, he froze.
Although he rarely entered Ellie's room, he still remembered what it looked like.
She was minimalist by nature, keeping only essential furniture and very few personal items.
Now the room was filled with ornate decorations, designer handbags, and brightly colored evening gowns.
It was completely unrecognizable.
Just as he was about to ask the housekeeper who had changed the room, Victoria came down the stairs carrying a large bouquet of roses.
"James, the roses on the rooftop garden are blooming beautifully. Look—"
Her words died on her lips when she saw his darkened expression.
"What's... what's wrong?" she stammered.
"Victoria, where are the original things from this room?" James asked.
Victoria was visibly startled but quickly recovered. "I saw that everything was outdated, so I had the staff get rid of it all."
"Are you angry with me?" Her voice softened. "You're right, this is your home with Ellie. I'm just an outsider. Maybe I should leave..."
Her voice trailed off into a choked sob as her eyes reddened.
Listening to her quiet crying, James felt inexplicably irritated.
Ellie had never cried.
Even when he had spent three consecutive months abroad helping Victoria divorce her abusive husband, Ellie had only reminded him over the phone to take care of himself.
Perhaps because he hadn't comforted her, Victoria glanced up discreetly, only to find him staring distantly at the room.
Then she bit her lip, growing increasingly resentful inside.
She had already returned to the country, was standing right in front of him, and had no intention of leaving—yet he was still thinking about Ellie.
Her expression grew more pitiful, and she began to sob quietly.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come back. I shouldn't have stayed in her room. I should go now."
She threw the flowers from her arms and ran out.
"Victoria!"
James snapped back to reality and rushed after her.
"Let go! Let me leave!" Victoria's tears flowed uncontrollably, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"If it weren't for me... if I hadn't come back and troubled you with my problems, she wouldn't have gotten upset..."
The more she struggled, the tighter James held her.
"This has nothing to do with you. She's just being childish."
"And isn't her childishness something you've encouraged?" Victoria gave a bitter smile. "You know, whenever I couldn't sleep because I missed you, I'd ask people in our social circle about you. Every single time, the answer was that you were with her..."
Before she could finish, she broke down crying again.
James could no longer contain himself. "Why do you think I married her in the first place? Others might not know, but surely you do."
Victoria looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Was it really because of me?"
James didn't answer, but his silence was confirmation enough.
Victoria finally wiped away her tears.
That evening, James arranged a special candlelit dinner for Victoria.
James typically drank very little, but for some reason tonight, he kept refilling his glass until his eyes grew slightly red.
Seeing her opportunity, Victoria pulled out the divorce agreement Ellie had given her.
"James, I need you to sign a supplementary agreement for the villa you bought me."
James took the document—always the cautious businessman, he was about to open it and read through it when Victoria placed her hand over his, flipping to the last page.
Then she pressed her hand to her forehead.
"James, I'm not feeling well. Let's just sign this quickly and go home."
He immediately abandoned his inspection of the document and felt her forehead. "Where does it hurt? I'll take you to the hospital."
Then he was about to put the papers away and stand up, pulling her with him.
Panic flashed in Victoria's eyes as she quickly grabbed his hand and shook her head. "It's nothing serious. Just sign this, and we can go home."
Concerned about her health, James finally signed his name where she pointed without giving the document another glance.
He picked up his phone and, for the first time, initiated a call to her.
Standing on the spacious terrace, he watched the sunset slowly disappear below the horizon as darkness crept across the sky.
His heart sank with the setting sun, gradually giving way to impatience.
She didn't answer.
Not a single call.
James took a deep breath, deciding to call her relatives instead. Then he suddenly remembered that Ellie was an orphan whose only grandmother had passed away several years ago.
Then he scrolled through his contacts list, flipping through it several times before realizing he didn't even know who her friends were.
He pushed open the door to Ellie's room, hoping to find some clues about her whereabouts.
The moment he stepped inside, he froze.
Although he rarely entered Ellie's room, he still remembered what it looked like.
She was minimalist by nature, keeping only essential furniture and very few personal items.
Now the room was filled with ornate decorations, designer handbags, and brightly colored evening gowns.
It was completely unrecognizable.
Just as he was about to ask the housekeeper who had changed the room, Victoria came down the stairs carrying a large bouquet of roses.
"James, the roses on the rooftop garden are blooming beautifully. Look—"
Her words died on her lips when she saw his darkened expression.
"What's... what's wrong?" she stammered.
"Victoria, where are the original things from this room?" James asked.
Victoria was visibly startled but quickly recovered. "I saw that everything was outdated, so I had the staff get rid of it all."
"Are you angry with me?" Her voice softened. "You're right, this is your home with Ellie. I'm just an outsider. Maybe I should leave..."
Her voice trailed off into a choked sob as her eyes reddened.
Listening to her quiet crying, James felt inexplicably irritated.
Ellie had never cried.
Even when he had spent three consecutive months abroad helping Victoria divorce her abusive husband, Ellie had only reminded him over the phone to take care of himself.
Perhaps because he hadn't comforted her, Victoria glanced up discreetly, only to find him staring distantly at the room.
Then she bit her lip, growing increasingly resentful inside.
She had already returned to the country, was standing right in front of him, and had no intention of leaving—yet he was still thinking about Ellie.
Her expression grew more pitiful, and she began to sob quietly.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come back. I shouldn't have stayed in her room. I should go now."
She threw the flowers from her arms and ran out.
"Victoria!"
James snapped back to reality and rushed after her.
"Let go! Let me leave!" Victoria's tears flowed uncontrollably, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"If it weren't for me... if I hadn't come back and troubled you with my problems, she wouldn't have gotten upset..."
The more she struggled, the tighter James held her.
"This has nothing to do with you. She's just being childish."
"And isn't her childishness something you've encouraged?" Victoria gave a bitter smile. "You know, whenever I couldn't sleep because I missed you, I'd ask people in our social circle about you. Every single time, the answer was that you were with her..."
Before she could finish, she broke down crying again.
James could no longer contain himself. "Why do you think I married her in the first place? Others might not know, but surely you do."
Victoria looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Was it really because of me?"
James didn't answer, but his silence was confirmation enough.
Victoria finally wiped away her tears.
That evening, James arranged a special candlelit dinner for Victoria.
James typically drank very little, but for some reason tonight, he kept refilling his glass until his eyes grew slightly red.
Seeing her opportunity, Victoria pulled out the divorce agreement Ellie had given her.
"James, I need you to sign a supplementary agreement for the villa you bought me."
James took the document—always the cautious businessman, he was about to open it and read through it when Victoria placed her hand over his, flipping to the last page.
Then she pressed her hand to her forehead.
"James, I'm not feeling well. Let's just sign this quickly and go home."
He immediately abandoned his inspection of the document and felt her forehead. "Where does it hurt? I'll take you to the hospital."
Then he was about to put the papers away and stand up, pulling her with him.
Panic flashed in Victoria's eyes as she quickly grabbed his hand and shook her head. "It's nothing serious. Just sign this, and we can go home."
Concerned about her health, James finally signed his name where she pointed without giving the document another glance.
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