His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 91: Chapter 91
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It wasn't until Mr. Foster Senior's 80th birthday celebration that James finally found an opportunity to speak with her.
Amid the shimmering lights, Ellie handed her gift to the butler standing beside Mr. Foster Senior, a warm smile on her face.
"Grandpa, I wish you a long and prosperous life."
Mr. Foster Senior laughed heartily, repeatedly expressing his gratitude.
Remembering her condition, he added with concern, "You've just recovered from your miscarriage. Don't catch a cold. You can rest in your room and come down when the banquet starts."
The Foster family hadn't planned to hide Ellie's miscarriage from the elderly Mr. Foster. They had gently explained that after falling into the water, her body had been weakened by the cold, and because she was in the early months of pregnancy, they couldn't save the baby.
While the old man felt regretful, his primary concern was for her health.
Nothing was more important than one's well-being.
Feeling touched by his concern, Ellie nodded. After saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Foster, she headed upstairs to rest.
Just as she was about to close her door, a large hand blocked the gap.
A muffled groan followed, and she quickly reopened the door to see who it was.
"Ellie..."
The smile that had been on Ellie's face instantly disappeared.
"What do you want?"
James squeezed into the room, attempting to step forward and take her into his arms.
She cautiously stepped back, frowning. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't get handsy."
Seeing her back away, he felt an inexplicable ache in his heart.
"I..."
Noticing his hesitation and inability to speak, Ellie lost all desire to continue the conversation.
She walked to the door, opened it, and looked at him.
"If you have something to say, say it. If not, please leave. I need to rest."
Then James took a deep breath and looked at her earnestly.
"Ellie, I want to apologize to you."
Her first reaction was confusion.
"Why are you apologizing to me out of nowhere?"
He gave a bitter smile. "I read your old diary. Only then did I realize how much you suffered because of me."
"So what?"
Her eyes showed no emotion, as if she were listening to something completely unrelated to her.
Pain filled James's eyes.
"I truly didn't know before. During those days when I left for Victoria, I had no idea how much you were hurting."
His remorse only made Ellie want to laugh.
Hurt.
In his eyes, she had only experienced a little hurt during their five-year marriage, nothing more.
But he had no idea that beyond the hurt, her heart had been repeatedly neglected.
Countless lonely nights, she lay awake.
Yet each morning, she had to put on a fake smile to face others.
She feared they would think she was unhappy, that they would mock her or pity her.
After pretending for so long, she had become numb.
And now, all he could see was that she had been hurt.
For the first time, Ellie carefully examined the man before her.
The regret and pain in his eyes couldn't be faked.
If only he had apologized sincerely on their wedding night, when he left to see his true love in her wedding dress abroad.
Or even earlier, when they got their marriage certificate.
Or at the very beginning, when they first met and he proposed marriage.
If he had sincerely apologized then, she wouldn't have been trapped in this prison of a marriage for five whole years.
She wouldn't have had to greet guests with a fake smile every day.
And she wouldn't have had to cry while documenting her pain in her diary every night.
His apology came too late.
Five whole years too late.
So, she refused his apology.
She stopped listening to his explanations and pushed him out the door.
"I'm tired. I don't want to hear any more."
The door closed tightly in his face once again.
Until the end of the banquet, he didn't manage to say another word to her.
He could only stand beside her, watching as she smiled and bid farewell to each guest one by one.
Finally, he followed her back to the side building.
As they passed by the pond, an accident suddenly occurred.
"Get out of the way!"
It turned out that a guest had gifted a domesticated deer for the birthday celebration. The servants were trying to move the deer to the garden at the back when it suddenly got startled and charged straight toward them.
Ellie's eyes widened in shock, but her feet seemed rooted to the ground, unable to move.
Suddenly, a forceful push came from behind as James shoved her aside.
"Ellie, watch out!"
With a loud splash, James was knocked into the pond by the deer.
The violent impact caused his head to hit a decorative rock in the pond, and blood quickly turned the water red.
"James!"
Amid the shimmering lights, Ellie handed her gift to the butler standing beside Mr. Foster Senior, a warm smile on her face.
"Grandpa, I wish you a long and prosperous life."
Mr. Foster Senior laughed heartily, repeatedly expressing his gratitude.
Remembering her condition, he added with concern, "You've just recovered from your miscarriage. Don't catch a cold. You can rest in your room and come down when the banquet starts."
The Foster family hadn't planned to hide Ellie's miscarriage from the elderly Mr. Foster. They had gently explained that after falling into the water, her body had been weakened by the cold, and because she was in the early months of pregnancy, they couldn't save the baby.
While the old man felt regretful, his primary concern was for her health.
Nothing was more important than one's well-being.
Feeling touched by his concern, Ellie nodded. After saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Foster, she headed upstairs to rest.
Just as she was about to close her door, a large hand blocked the gap.
A muffled groan followed, and she quickly reopened the door to see who it was.
"Ellie..."
The smile that had been on Ellie's face instantly disappeared.
"What do you want?"
James squeezed into the room, attempting to step forward and take her into his arms.
She cautiously stepped back, frowning. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't get handsy."
Seeing her back away, he felt an inexplicable ache in his heart.
"I..."
Noticing his hesitation and inability to speak, Ellie lost all desire to continue the conversation.
She walked to the door, opened it, and looked at him.
"If you have something to say, say it. If not, please leave. I need to rest."
Then James took a deep breath and looked at her earnestly.
"Ellie, I want to apologize to you."
Her first reaction was confusion.
"Why are you apologizing to me out of nowhere?"
He gave a bitter smile. "I read your old diary. Only then did I realize how much you suffered because of me."
"So what?"
Her eyes showed no emotion, as if she were listening to something completely unrelated to her.
Pain filled James's eyes.
"I truly didn't know before. During those days when I left for Victoria, I had no idea how much you were hurting."
His remorse only made Ellie want to laugh.
Hurt.
In his eyes, she had only experienced a little hurt during their five-year marriage, nothing more.
But he had no idea that beyond the hurt, her heart had been repeatedly neglected.
Countless lonely nights, she lay awake.
Yet each morning, she had to put on a fake smile to face others.
She feared they would think she was unhappy, that they would mock her or pity her.
After pretending for so long, she had become numb.
And now, all he could see was that she had been hurt.
For the first time, Ellie carefully examined the man before her.
The regret and pain in his eyes couldn't be faked.
If only he had apologized sincerely on their wedding night, when he left to see his true love in her wedding dress abroad.
Or even earlier, when they got their marriage certificate.
Or at the very beginning, when they first met and he proposed marriage.
If he had sincerely apologized then, she wouldn't have been trapped in this prison of a marriage for five whole years.
She wouldn't have had to greet guests with a fake smile every day.
And she wouldn't have had to cry while documenting her pain in her diary every night.
His apology came too late.
Five whole years too late.
So, she refused his apology.
She stopped listening to his explanations and pushed him out the door.
"I'm tired. I don't want to hear any more."
The door closed tightly in his face once again.
Until the end of the banquet, he didn't manage to say another word to her.
He could only stand beside her, watching as she smiled and bid farewell to each guest one by one.
Finally, he followed her back to the side building.
As they passed by the pond, an accident suddenly occurred.
"Get out of the way!"
It turned out that a guest had gifted a domesticated deer for the birthday celebration. The servants were trying to move the deer to the garden at the back when it suddenly got startled and charged straight toward them.
Ellie's eyes widened in shock, but her feet seemed rooted to the ground, unable to move.
Suddenly, a forceful push came from behind as James shoved her aside.
"Ellie, watch out!"
With a loud splash, James was knocked into the pond by the deer.
The violent impact caused his head to hit a decorative rock in the pond, and blood quickly turned the water red.
"James!"
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