His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 88: Chapter 88
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Ellie knew when she left that if James truly wanted to find her, it would be incredibly easy.
So when she opened the door to see the man standing at the bottom of her steps across the ocean, she wasn't surprised at all.
She had seen the news about the bride-swap at the Foster wedding. In the video, he remained so calm—simply lowering the bride's veil and smiling apologetically to the guests, saying the bride was shy.
Indeed, he didn't care about her at all.
She looked up at the man leaning against his car, not a trace of joy in her eyes.
"Why are you here?"
The woman before him wore a long gray dress, her flowing hair casually pinned back, her face free of makeup.
She looked completely different from how she used to carefully dress herself at the villa.
For a moment, she seemed like a stranger to him.
"You've been acting long enough. It's time to come home," he said.
Perhaps realizing his tone wasn't quite right, he added, "Grandfather has been asking about you frequently."
Acting?
They were already divorced, yet he thought she was still acting out.
Ellie didn't even look up, just calmly stated a fact.
"Mr. Foster, we're already divorced."
At the word "divorced," James reacted as if he'd heard a joke.
"Divorced? I never signed anything. How could you divorce me?"
Then he suddenly grabbed her hand.
"I don't have time to waste here with you. Come back with me now."
Ellie didn't budge.
"James, if you don't believe me, you can go back to our bedroom right now. The divorce papers are in the nightstand, with your signature on them."
The man froze, his brows furrowing sharply.
"Ellie, I don't have time for your jokes."
Her expression remained unchanged, her eyes showing no sign of joking.
His cold eyes quickly filled with panic, but he still gripped her hand tightly.
"When did I ever sign divorce papers? Even if I did, my family would never agree to our divorce."
Then, as if remembering something, he looked at her stomach with tenderness.
"Besides, you're still pregnant."
This time, her lips finally curled into a smile, but her words remained ice-cold.
"The baby? You mean the baby?"
"I forgot to tell you—I already terminated the pregnancy."
"The night you went looking for Victoria."
"The medical records are in that drawer too."
"How dare you, Ellie! How could you do that!"
He suddenly gripped her shoulders, his fingers gradually tightening.
Ellie looked at his face, which had turned pale and ashen. Those typically cold, calm eyes now churned with anger and pain.
Pain.
Resentment.
Rage.
But Ellie only felt satisfaction.
What was this compared to her five years of marriage?
She pried his fingers off one by one.
For the first time, she smiled beautifully.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
"A child born without blessings is destined for a life of hardship."
"But I didn't agree!" the man roared in anger.
"That was my kid too!"
Ellie looked at him seriously, her eyes full of mockery.
"Your kid?"
"But did you ever fulfill a father's responsibility for even one day?"
"Did you ever fulfill a husband's responsibility for even one day?"
"Even if I was pregnant, one phone call from Victoria and you would immediately abandon me, abandon our kid, and rush to her."
"I didn't want our child to one day ask me why daddy never comes home."
"I didn't want it to experience my pain again."
"James, you have no right to be its father, and neither do I."
Seeing her reddened eyes, his throat felt as if it were being tightly gripped. Bitterness filled his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.
The hand gripping her shoulder suddenly loosened.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.
"The situation with Victoria is over, so..."
"Yes, it's all over. Don't come back again."
With that, she turned to close the door.
But suddenly, an urgent phone call rang out.
So when she opened the door to see the man standing at the bottom of her steps across the ocean, she wasn't surprised at all.
She had seen the news about the bride-swap at the Foster wedding. In the video, he remained so calm—simply lowering the bride's veil and smiling apologetically to the guests, saying the bride was shy.
Indeed, he didn't care about her at all.
She looked up at the man leaning against his car, not a trace of joy in her eyes.
"Why are you here?"
The woman before him wore a long gray dress, her flowing hair casually pinned back, her face free of makeup.
She looked completely different from how she used to carefully dress herself at the villa.
For a moment, she seemed like a stranger to him.
"You've been acting long enough. It's time to come home," he said.
Perhaps realizing his tone wasn't quite right, he added, "Grandfather has been asking about you frequently."
Acting?
They were already divorced, yet he thought she was still acting out.
Ellie didn't even look up, just calmly stated a fact.
"Mr. Foster, we're already divorced."
At the word "divorced," James reacted as if he'd heard a joke.
"Divorced? I never signed anything. How could you divorce me?"
Then he suddenly grabbed her hand.
"I don't have time to waste here with you. Come back with me now."
Ellie didn't budge.
"James, if you don't believe me, you can go back to our bedroom right now. The divorce papers are in the nightstand, with your signature on them."
The man froze, his brows furrowing sharply.
"Ellie, I don't have time for your jokes."
Her expression remained unchanged, her eyes showing no sign of joking.
His cold eyes quickly filled with panic, but he still gripped her hand tightly.
"When did I ever sign divorce papers? Even if I did, my family would never agree to our divorce."
Then, as if remembering something, he looked at her stomach with tenderness.
"Besides, you're still pregnant."
This time, her lips finally curled into a smile, but her words remained ice-cold.
"The baby? You mean the baby?"
"I forgot to tell you—I already terminated the pregnancy."
"The night you went looking for Victoria."
"The medical records are in that drawer too."
"How dare you, Ellie! How could you do that!"
He suddenly gripped her shoulders, his fingers gradually tightening.
Ellie looked at his face, which had turned pale and ashen. Those typically cold, calm eyes now churned with anger and pain.
Pain.
Resentment.
Rage.
But Ellie only felt satisfaction.
What was this compared to her five years of marriage?
She pried his fingers off one by one.
For the first time, she smiled beautifully.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
"A child born without blessings is destined for a life of hardship."
"But I didn't agree!" the man roared in anger.
"That was my kid too!"
Ellie looked at him seriously, her eyes full of mockery.
"Your kid?"
"But did you ever fulfill a father's responsibility for even one day?"
"Did you ever fulfill a husband's responsibility for even one day?"
"Even if I was pregnant, one phone call from Victoria and you would immediately abandon me, abandon our kid, and rush to her."
"I didn't want our child to one day ask me why daddy never comes home."
"I didn't want it to experience my pain again."
"James, you have no right to be its father, and neither do I."
Seeing her reddened eyes, his throat felt as if it were being tightly gripped. Bitterness filled his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.
The hand gripping her shoulder suddenly loosened.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.
"The situation with Victoria is over, so..."
"Yes, it's all over. Don't come back again."
With that, she turned to close the door.
But suddenly, an urgent phone call rang out.
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