His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 94: Chapter 94

"James, we're already divorced. You have no right to control me," Ellie said.
She tried to free her hand from his grip.
But the man held on tightly, refusing to let go no matter how hard she struggled.
"How can you dress like this?" he demanded.
In his memory, Ellie Reynolds had always maintained a proper appearance, with shirt buttons fastened all the way to the top.
But he'd forgotten that before marrying him, she was an independent person with the freedom to dress however she wanted.
Besides, they were divorced now.
He had no right to control her anymore.
Ellie gave him a cold stare, displeasure evident in her eyes.
"Let go."
"James Foster, you have no right to control me anymore."
His eyes reddened as he tried to drag her toward the exit.
"Slap!"
A bright red handprint appeared on his face.
He touched his swollen cheek, pain flashing in his eyes.
"Dressed like this, if someone with bad intentions takes photos, imagine the gossip the Foster family would face. And if Grandpa sees it..."
"Enough!" she cut him off.
She struggled to break free from his grip, a cold smile on her face.
"Just say you're uncomfortable with it directly. Don't use the Foster family reputation and Grandpa to pressure me."
"James Foster, you're truly ridiculous."
"You think I care? You might as well announce our divorce to everyone."
The indifference and mockery in her eyes pierced his heart, with waves of bitterness crashing against his chest.
Yes, they were divorced.
If she truly cared about these things, she wouldn't have chosen divorce so decisively in the first place.
Her words continued to echo in his ears.
"As for gossip, the Foster family and Grandpa Foster never cared. You seem to have forgotten that from the first day I married into the Foster family, they told me that what I wear and what I do is entirely my freedom—they never cared about such things."
"It was only because of you that I restrained myself all those years."
"Now I'm free, and you have the audacity to think I would listen to you and wear those suffocating clothes like before?"
With that, she turned away from him and walked straight to the dance floor.
Watching her swaying figure, bitterness rose in his throat. He knew he no longer had any right to control her.
By dinner time, both remained silent.
His aunt stuffed cod into her mouth, glancing back and forth between them as she ate.
After swallowing her food, she asked with confusion:
"Did you two argue while I was gone?"
"You brat, did you do something to upset Ellie again?"
Both remained silent.
His aunt let out a long sigh.
Couples these days...
Just as his aunt decided to question someone else, Ellie poured her a glass of juice.
"Auntie, it's nothing, let's drop it."
Seeing this, his aunt had no choice but to suppress her curiosity.
When Ellie closed her bedroom door, his aunt delivered a hard smack to the back of James's head.
"You little punk! What did you do while I was gone?"
"Since we arrived at the homestay, I haven't seen Ellie genuinely smile once!"
"If I had known, I wouldn't have brought you along!"
She dragged him into her room and pushed him onto the sofa.
Then she sat in the chair opposite him, arms crossed, one leg over the other.
"Come clean. What exactly happened between you two?"
"No, not just now—I want to know about everything before too."
His aunt had a feeling that their issues weren't just about the bride swap and miscarriage.
Seeing the determined look in his aunt's eyes, James couldn't hide anything anymore.
He had no choice but to honestly recount the events of those five years.
But his aunt still looked skeptical.
"Did you get divorced because of this?"
If it was just about Victoria, no matter how upset they were, they would still share a room.
After all, there was a sofa inside.
The fact that Ellie insisted on getting a separate room without hesitation—his aunt couldn't think of a more serious reason than divorce.
James fell silent.
"You!" his aunt exclaimed.
"How could you treat her like that!"