His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 89: Chapter 89
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In the end, Ellie still boarded the flight back home with James.
After getting off the plane, they headed straight to the hospital.
As it turned out, James's mother had found the documents Ellie had left in the drawer.
From the signed divorce papers to the abortion records, Mrs. Foster grew more distressed with each page she read.
Until she found that diary—her heart couldn't take it, and she was rushed to the hospital.
Looking at Mrs. Foster's pale face, Ellie felt nothing but guilt.
Everyone in the Foster family except James had been fond of her, especially his mother, who would frequently call to check on her well-being.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Foster..." Ellie said softly.
Mrs. Foster let out a long sigh and patted Ellie's hand reassuringly.
"You have nothing to apologize for. It's all that boy's fault."
Mrs. Foster still remembered the first time she met Ellie—such a lovely girl with bright eyes, wearing worn but clean clothes, blushing as she greeted her politely.
Yet, just five years of marriage had filled those eyes with emptiness and despair.
She had tried to reason with her son, but with Victoria occupying his heart and mind, he wouldn't listen to a word.
Now that things had come to this point, it was simply his misfortune.
Back at the family home, Mr. Foster looked at his son with disappointment.
From childhood, his son had always been his pride and joy.
Even as a little boy, he had acted mature and level-headed.
He had never given his parents a moment's worry.
Yet when it came to handling his own marriage, he behaved like an immature child, stubbornly following his own wishes with no regard for his wife's feelings.
The current situation was exactly what he deserved.
"Don't go see your mother for the next few days," his father told him.
"She gets upset just looking at you."
"Go to your room and think about what you've done!"
Back in their home, James paced restlessly around the room.
Things had unfolded far beyond what he had anticipated.
The entire room remained exactly as Ellie had left it.
Her unworn wedding ring still sat on the dressing table.
He walked over and picked it up, noticing the thin layer of dust that had settled on it from disuse.
He stared at the ring, lost in thought.
When they had planned their wedding ceremony, he had specifically set aside half a day to accompany her in choosing wedding rings.
The salesperson, reading the situation, had presented a tray of rings adorned with various gemstones, each one gleaming brilliantly under the lights.
James had assumed no woman could resist a flashy, oversized diamond.
If she didn't find something suitable, he'd planned to take her to his friend's jewelry studio, where they had even more exquisite pieces.
But to his surprise, Ellie's gaze had completely bypassed the tray. Instead, she had tapped on a corner of the display case.
There sat a plain, unremarkable band.
Inexpensive and without any pattern.
Looking back now, she must have been utterly disappointed in their marriage to choose such a simple ring.
He tossed the ring aside and sat back down on the couch.
Then he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, and as he lowered his head, he noticed the diary spread open on the table.
What could possibly be written in there that would make his typically calm mother angry enough to faint?
Driven by curiosity, he picked up the diary.
But his hand froze when he read the first page.
"September 1, 2019. I got married today, to the man I love. But my groom flew abroad overnight just to see his true love in a wedding dress."
Perhaps out of spite or resentment, he had deliberately chosen to register their marriage on the same day Victoria was getting married, wanting to show her that he would be better off without her.
But when he accidentally came across photos of Victoria in her wedding dress on social media, his resentment had turned to bitterness. He still wanted to see the woman he truly loved in her bridal gown.
So that night, without even bothering to make up an excuse, he had abandoned his new bride and flown out of the country.
A wave of guilt slowly crept into his heart as he ran his fingers over the wrinkles in the paper, formed by dried tears. His lips pressed into a thin line.
It wasn't hard for him to imagine how heartbroken she must have been, crying as she wrote those words.
After getting off the plane, they headed straight to the hospital.
As it turned out, James's mother had found the documents Ellie had left in the drawer.
From the signed divorce papers to the abortion records, Mrs. Foster grew more distressed with each page she read.
Until she found that diary—her heart couldn't take it, and she was rushed to the hospital.
Looking at Mrs. Foster's pale face, Ellie felt nothing but guilt.
Everyone in the Foster family except James had been fond of her, especially his mother, who would frequently call to check on her well-being.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Foster..." Ellie said softly.
Mrs. Foster let out a long sigh and patted Ellie's hand reassuringly.
"You have nothing to apologize for. It's all that boy's fault."
Mrs. Foster still remembered the first time she met Ellie—such a lovely girl with bright eyes, wearing worn but clean clothes, blushing as she greeted her politely.
Yet, just five years of marriage had filled those eyes with emptiness and despair.
She had tried to reason with her son, but with Victoria occupying his heart and mind, he wouldn't listen to a word.
Now that things had come to this point, it was simply his misfortune.
Back at the family home, Mr. Foster looked at his son with disappointment.
From childhood, his son had always been his pride and joy.
Even as a little boy, he had acted mature and level-headed.
He had never given his parents a moment's worry.
Yet when it came to handling his own marriage, he behaved like an immature child, stubbornly following his own wishes with no regard for his wife's feelings.
The current situation was exactly what he deserved.
"Don't go see your mother for the next few days," his father told him.
"She gets upset just looking at you."
"Go to your room and think about what you've done!"
Back in their home, James paced restlessly around the room.
Things had unfolded far beyond what he had anticipated.
The entire room remained exactly as Ellie had left it.
Her unworn wedding ring still sat on the dressing table.
He walked over and picked it up, noticing the thin layer of dust that had settled on it from disuse.
He stared at the ring, lost in thought.
When they had planned their wedding ceremony, he had specifically set aside half a day to accompany her in choosing wedding rings.
The salesperson, reading the situation, had presented a tray of rings adorned with various gemstones, each one gleaming brilliantly under the lights.
James had assumed no woman could resist a flashy, oversized diamond.
If she didn't find something suitable, he'd planned to take her to his friend's jewelry studio, where they had even more exquisite pieces.
But to his surprise, Ellie's gaze had completely bypassed the tray. Instead, she had tapped on a corner of the display case.
There sat a plain, unremarkable band.
Inexpensive and without any pattern.
Looking back now, she must have been utterly disappointed in their marriage to choose such a simple ring.
He tossed the ring aside and sat back down on the couch.
Then he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, and as he lowered his head, he noticed the diary spread open on the table.
What could possibly be written in there that would make his typically calm mother angry enough to faint?
Driven by curiosity, he picked up the diary.
But his hand froze when he read the first page.
"September 1, 2019. I got married today, to the man I love. But my groom flew abroad overnight just to see his true love in a wedding dress."
Perhaps out of spite or resentment, he had deliberately chosen to register their marriage on the same day Victoria was getting married, wanting to show her that he would be better off without her.
But when he accidentally came across photos of Victoria in her wedding dress on social media, his resentment had turned to bitterness. He still wanted to see the woman he truly loved in her bridal gown.
So that night, without even bothering to make up an excuse, he had abandoned his new bride and flown out of the country.
A wave of guilt slowly crept into his heart as he ran his fingers over the wrinkles in the paper, formed by dried tears. His lips pressed into a thin line.
It wasn't hard for him to imagine how heartbroken she must have been, crying as she wrote those words.
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