His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 95: Chapter 95
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His aunt grew even more furious, smacking him several times on the back before finally stopping.
Five years of marriage, and he'd abandoned his wife at home for five whole years.
"How is that any different from making her a widow while you're still alive!"
"What kind of spell did Victoria cast on you to make you so heartless!"
"You deserve to be left!"
"I should have known. You never enjoy going out, yet suddenly you insisted on coming to the hot springs despite your recent injury."
"What, trying to win your wife back? Keep dreaming!"
"If I were her, I would've walked away without a second glance. Only Ellie has the patience to remain civil with you this entire trip."
Yes, Ellie Reynolds had always been patient.
That's why it took her five full years of suffering before she finally divorced him.
She didn't cause a scene or let the whole world know about their failed marriage. She didn't even throw the divorce papers in his face.
She didn't even want a confrontation—she simply had Victoria trick him into signing the papers.
It was precisely her gentle nature that left him at a loss, with no idea how to win her back.
She always maintained that indifferent, unbothered facade, and he had no clue what to do.
He would have preferred her yelling and screaming at him rather than building this wall of coldness that shut him out completely.
That night, neither of them slept well.
When Ellie opened her door the next morning, she was greeted by two pairs of panda eyes.
"What happened to you two?" she asked.
His aunt waved dismissively.
"Nothing. I just made him watch a horror movie with me last night."
Ellie didn't press further. She simply grabbed her skiing gear and boarded the snow vehicle heading to the slopes.
Under the brilliant sunlight, the vast snow reflected a dazzling sparkle.
Ellie wore a pink ski suit with black goggles, holding her ski poles firmly.
She launched herself from the top of the slope, gracefully flipping mid-air before landing steadily on the snow.
His aunt glided over to her, exclaiming in amazement.
"Ellie! I had no idea you were such a good skier."
She smiled faintly.
"I learned a bit before."
Back then, trying to win James's heart, she had specifically asked the housekeeper about his hobbies.
She spent the entire winter at the ski resort.
Falling down again and again, only to get back up each time.
When she finally convinced him to come skiing with her, just as she was about to proudly show off her skills, Victoria called and he left immediately.
Behind his hastily retreating figure were her disappointed, lonely eyes.
Perhaps from that moment on, she never touched ski poles again.
Now, picking them up once more, she felt a bit rusty.
She had nearly forgotten all the safety precautions her instructor had taught her.
So much so that she didn't hear the faint cracking sound deep within the snow.
The quiet landscape was suddenly interrupted by a soft "crack." The snow layer fractured, and white, layered blocks of snow rose up—like a mountain god shaking off a white robe, or a snow dragon soaring through clouds, roaring down the mountainside.
"Avalanche!"
With the warning cry, skiers scattered in all directions, seeking shelter to escape the flowing snow.
Yet Ellie, experiencing an avalanche for the first time, froze, unable to react.
She watched helplessly as the wall of white snow rushed toward her.
"Ellie!"
A dark figure suddenly tackled her to the ground.
"Lean forward, cover your nose and mouth with both hands to prevent snow from entering your airways," a man's steady yet slightly trembling voice instructed in her ear. She complied immediately.
After the rumbling subsided and the snow settled, James struggled to lift himself, removing all their skiing equipment.
To escape before the snow solidified, they tried to remember their position when the avalanche hit and determine which way was up.
Then they immediately began digging through the snow blocking their path to the outside.
But the snow was too thick, too deep. They dug for what felt like forever without seeing even a glimmer of light.
The temperature beneath the snow layer dropped steadily.
Seeing this, they had no choice but to pause their digging, huddling close together to preserve body heat and strength while waiting for rescue.
To keep her from falling asleep, he rambled on about many things from their past.
Once upon a time, she might have been touched.
But now, her heart was as cold as the thick snow surrounding them.
Seeing no response from her, he gave a self-deprecating smile.
Looking at the thick snow around them, he joked,
"Surviving this avalanche together—I guess we've technically died once together."
She turned away.
"If you want to die, that's on you. I have no intention of dying."
He smiled but said nothing more.
Five years of marriage, and he'd abandoned his wife at home for five whole years.
"How is that any different from making her a widow while you're still alive!"
"What kind of spell did Victoria cast on you to make you so heartless!"
"You deserve to be left!"
"I should have known. You never enjoy going out, yet suddenly you insisted on coming to the hot springs despite your recent injury."
"What, trying to win your wife back? Keep dreaming!"
"If I were her, I would've walked away without a second glance. Only Ellie has the patience to remain civil with you this entire trip."
Yes, Ellie Reynolds had always been patient.
That's why it took her five full years of suffering before she finally divorced him.
She didn't cause a scene or let the whole world know about their failed marriage. She didn't even throw the divorce papers in his face.
She didn't even want a confrontation—she simply had Victoria trick him into signing the papers.
It was precisely her gentle nature that left him at a loss, with no idea how to win her back.
She always maintained that indifferent, unbothered facade, and he had no clue what to do.
He would have preferred her yelling and screaming at him rather than building this wall of coldness that shut him out completely.
That night, neither of them slept well.
When Ellie opened her door the next morning, she was greeted by two pairs of panda eyes.
"What happened to you two?" she asked.
His aunt waved dismissively.
"Nothing. I just made him watch a horror movie with me last night."
Ellie didn't press further. She simply grabbed her skiing gear and boarded the snow vehicle heading to the slopes.
Under the brilliant sunlight, the vast snow reflected a dazzling sparkle.
Ellie wore a pink ski suit with black goggles, holding her ski poles firmly.
She launched herself from the top of the slope, gracefully flipping mid-air before landing steadily on the snow.
His aunt glided over to her, exclaiming in amazement.
"Ellie! I had no idea you were such a good skier."
She smiled faintly.
"I learned a bit before."
Back then, trying to win James's heart, she had specifically asked the housekeeper about his hobbies.
She spent the entire winter at the ski resort.
Falling down again and again, only to get back up each time.
When she finally convinced him to come skiing with her, just as she was about to proudly show off her skills, Victoria called and he left immediately.
Behind his hastily retreating figure were her disappointed, lonely eyes.
Perhaps from that moment on, she never touched ski poles again.
Now, picking them up once more, she felt a bit rusty.
She had nearly forgotten all the safety precautions her instructor had taught her.
So much so that she didn't hear the faint cracking sound deep within the snow.
The quiet landscape was suddenly interrupted by a soft "crack." The snow layer fractured, and white, layered blocks of snow rose up—like a mountain god shaking off a white robe, or a snow dragon soaring through clouds, roaring down the mountainside.
"Avalanche!"
With the warning cry, skiers scattered in all directions, seeking shelter to escape the flowing snow.
Yet Ellie, experiencing an avalanche for the first time, froze, unable to react.
She watched helplessly as the wall of white snow rushed toward her.
"Ellie!"
A dark figure suddenly tackled her to the ground.
"Lean forward, cover your nose and mouth with both hands to prevent snow from entering your airways," a man's steady yet slightly trembling voice instructed in her ear. She complied immediately.
After the rumbling subsided and the snow settled, James struggled to lift himself, removing all their skiing equipment.
To escape before the snow solidified, they tried to remember their position when the avalanche hit and determine which way was up.
Then they immediately began digging through the snow blocking their path to the outside.
But the snow was too thick, too deep. They dug for what felt like forever without seeing even a glimmer of light.
The temperature beneath the snow layer dropped steadily.
Seeing this, they had no choice but to pause their digging, huddling close together to preserve body heat and strength while waiting for rescue.
To keep her from falling asleep, he rambled on about many things from their past.
Once upon a time, she might have been touched.
But now, her heart was as cold as the thick snow surrounding them.
Seeing no response from her, he gave a self-deprecating smile.
Looking at the thick snow around them, he joked,
"Surviving this avalanche together—I guess we've technically died once together."
She turned away.
"If you want to die, that's on you. I have no intention of dying."
He smiled but said nothing more.
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