His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 83: Chapter 83

When James arrived at the apartment, there was no one outside.
He burst in and immediately spotted Victoria huddled in the corner, trembling.
Seeing him, she immediately rushed into his arms like a survivor of disaster, her eyes rimmed with red.
"James, you finally came. I was so scared..."
James gently patted her back, his tone incredibly gentle. "It's okay now. He's gone."
Victoria clung to his waist, her voice choked with sobs, looking utterly pitiful.
It took James a long time to comfort her before Victoria finally calmed down.
He glanced at his watch—it was already past midnight.
Thinking of Ellie, pregnant at home, he felt an inexplicable unease stirring in his chest.
After helping Victoria to bed, he patiently coaxed her, "Get some rest. I need to go check on Ellie."
But Victoria grabbed his hand, tears welling in her eyes again.
"James, he might come back anytime. I'm so scared. Could you stay with me tonight...?"
James hesitated at first, but couldn't resist her continued crying and pleading. He eventually sent his security guards back to the mansion and stayed to keep her company.
On the operating table, Ellie stared at the surgical light above her as she answered the incoming call.
"Victoria's ex-husband is harassing her again. For safety reasons, I need to stay with her. I'll be back in a few days."
Ellie replied calmly, maintaining that gentle, uncomplaining tone, "No rush. Take good care of Miss White."
James paused, wanting to say more, but she had already hung up.
After handing the phone back to the doctor, Ellie caressed her belly one last time.
A kid unwanted and unblessed by its parents would only face suffering in this world.
Baby, I'm sorry.
I'm not a good mother.
I hope in your next life, you can find parents who will truly love you.
She lowered her hand and resolutely closed her eyes.
"Begin the procedure."
A week later, once he was certain Victoria was safe, James finally drove back to the Foster estate.
As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Ellie lying in a rocking chair under the sun, covered with a blanket.
He walked over and handed her a box. "I've neglected you these past few days. This is a gift for you."
Ellie accepted it, her eyes downcast.
The gift James gave her was a free promotional item.
Yet the actual premium version—Victoria had already sent her photos yesterday, showing it off.
But Ellie said nothing, quietly accepting the gift and setting the box aside.
Her calmness made James feel something was off.
Yet he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. This indescribable feeling whipped through his mind repeatedly. Instead of leaving, he sat down beside her and continued, "Next weekend marks our fifth wedding anniversary. Let's finally have that wedding ceremony."
Ellie looked at him. Though he spoke of their wedding, though he was trying to make up for her recent hurt, his eyes remained as indifferent as always, as if he were discussing something completely irrelevant.
In the past, her heart would have instantly filled with bitterness—a thick, dark cloud that would envelope every corner of her being, leaving her nowhere to escape.
Now, her heart was like a still pond. All the storms and rain were kept at bay by the walls of her indifference, unable to create even the slightest ripple.
Seeing that she didn't object, James invited a designer from France to customize her wedding dress.
Looking at the various wedding gowns on the tablet, Ellie couldn't help but think back to long ago.
Back then, their marriage had been rushed—they'd only registered officially. They had planned to hold a ceremony, but then he received a call about Victoria being abused by her husband and flew out of the country that very night.
Afterward, Victoria's situation kept pushing back their plans, and the wedding ceremony never happened.
Now that he was talking about finally having that ceremony, she couldn't bring herself to feel happy.
Because she was about to divorce him—anything he did now was already too late.