His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 87: Chapter 87
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"Love?" Mrs. Foster shook her aching hand and sat back down on the sofa.
"If you truly loved my son, why did you approach me for money to leave the country back then?"
James suddenly raised his head to look at his mother.
"Mom, what do you mean?"
Back then, he truly believed his mother disapproved of Victoria and had forced her to leave the country with money.
That's why for years, out of resentment toward his mother, he rarely returned to the family home except for necessary occasions.
But now the truth was revealed—Victoria had taken the money and left the country of her own accord.
As the secret hidden for years was suddenly exposed, Victoria collapsed onto the floor, her face pale, tears streaming uncontrollably, unable to offer a single explanation.
"Tch." James covered his face with a bitter laugh.
He had suffered so much over her departure, making up countless excuses for her, but the truth was that she had only taken the money and left.
The pure love of his youth was completely shattered in that moment.
The pure, perfect image of Victoria that he had cherished in his memories began to turn ugly.
Victoria grew distraught.
"I didn't want to, I really didn't, but the gap between us was too great. I could never marry into your family. I had no choice..."
Rather than suffering through watching the man she loved marry someone of equal social standing, she chose to take the money and withdraw herself.
When it came down to it, Victoria had always only cared about herself, putting her own interests first in everything she did.
In her youth, to avoid ending up with nothing, she actively approached Mrs. Foster for money and left the country.
Now, to secure a better life for herself, she had relied on James's love for her and committed so many wrongs.
James walked toward her step by step, crouched down, and looked at her with finality yet also with the deepest tenderness for the last time.
"Victoria, you know, back then I genuinely wanted a future with you."
"Even if the whole world stood against us, I would have given up everything without hesitation to be with you."
But before he had given up on himself, she had already given up on him.
Fear gradually appeared in Victoria's eyes as she realized something was irrevocably slipping away from her.
"James!"
"James!"
"James—"
Heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the villa, but the man disappeared into the night without looking back.
To quickly suppress the trending topics and appease the shareholders, James stayed at the company for the entire following week.
Under the dim light, his bloodshot eyes stared unmoving at the computer screen, while the phone beside him kept ringing. Finally, he leaned back into his chair in exhaustion and answered the call.
"Mom."
Mrs. Foster's calm voice came through.
"Put aside the trending topics and company matters for now. Your father will handle them later. Right now, you need to find your wife—after all, Ellie is all alone and pregnant. Your grandfather has been asking about her constantly."
Since the reception had ended late, Grandfather Foster had returned to his room after the ceremony and knew nothing about what happened afterward.
The old man was advanced in age and couldn't handle the shock, so they kept him in the dark as much as possible.
With his mother's reminder, James suddenly realized that the real bride hadn't appeared since the wedding.
He opened his contacts and dialed her number.
But on the other end, there was nothing but the continuous dialing tone.
He called several times in a row, but still no answer.
When he searched online, he discovered that he had been blocked.
The man frowned, then made another call to his assistant.
"Find out where my wife is right now!"
"If you truly loved my son, why did you approach me for money to leave the country back then?"
James suddenly raised his head to look at his mother.
"Mom, what do you mean?"
Back then, he truly believed his mother disapproved of Victoria and had forced her to leave the country with money.
That's why for years, out of resentment toward his mother, he rarely returned to the family home except for necessary occasions.
But now the truth was revealed—Victoria had taken the money and left the country of her own accord.
As the secret hidden for years was suddenly exposed, Victoria collapsed onto the floor, her face pale, tears streaming uncontrollably, unable to offer a single explanation.
"Tch." James covered his face with a bitter laugh.
He had suffered so much over her departure, making up countless excuses for her, but the truth was that she had only taken the money and left.
The pure love of his youth was completely shattered in that moment.
The pure, perfect image of Victoria that he had cherished in his memories began to turn ugly.
Victoria grew distraught.
"I didn't want to, I really didn't, but the gap between us was too great. I could never marry into your family. I had no choice..."
Rather than suffering through watching the man she loved marry someone of equal social standing, she chose to take the money and withdraw herself.
When it came down to it, Victoria had always only cared about herself, putting her own interests first in everything she did.
In her youth, to avoid ending up with nothing, she actively approached Mrs. Foster for money and left the country.
Now, to secure a better life for herself, she had relied on James's love for her and committed so many wrongs.
James walked toward her step by step, crouched down, and looked at her with finality yet also with the deepest tenderness for the last time.
"Victoria, you know, back then I genuinely wanted a future with you."
"Even if the whole world stood against us, I would have given up everything without hesitation to be with you."
But before he had given up on himself, she had already given up on him.
Fear gradually appeared in Victoria's eyes as she realized something was irrevocably slipping away from her.
"James!"
"James!"
"James—"
Heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the villa, but the man disappeared into the night without looking back.
To quickly suppress the trending topics and appease the shareholders, James stayed at the company for the entire following week.
Under the dim light, his bloodshot eyes stared unmoving at the computer screen, while the phone beside him kept ringing. Finally, he leaned back into his chair in exhaustion and answered the call.
"Mom."
Mrs. Foster's calm voice came through.
"Put aside the trending topics and company matters for now. Your father will handle them later. Right now, you need to find your wife—after all, Ellie is all alone and pregnant. Your grandfather has been asking about her constantly."
Since the reception had ended late, Grandfather Foster had returned to his room after the ceremony and knew nothing about what happened afterward.
The old man was advanced in age and couldn't handle the shock, so they kept him in the dark as much as possible.
With his mother's reminder, James suddenly realized that the real bride hadn't appeared since the wedding.
He opened his contacts and dialed her number.
But on the other end, there was nothing but the continuous dialing tone.
He called several times in a row, but still no answer.
When he searched online, he discovered that he had been blocked.
The man frowned, then made another call to his assistant.
"Find out where my wife is right now!"
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