Love Ex-husband Again? Never!

We had been married for six years. On our anniversary, Elliott Wellington did not come home all night, but asked someone to bring me a bouquet of roses.

I looked calm, threw the bouquet of flowers into the trash can, printed out the divorce agreement, and mailed it to his company.

The next day, Elliott made a special trip home to apologize to me.

"Victoria, Emily doesn't know that you are allergic to flowers. She means well."

His expression was sincere and affectionate, but he didn't notice that there was still a lipstick mark on his face.

I sneered and took out the property division agreement. "I don't know that. But if you sign it, all three of us will be satisfied."

However, Elliott was not happy. He tore up the agreement with a cold face and left never to return.

It was a month later when we met again.

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"Victoria, give me some food."

The sound of the suitcase wheels turning was getting closer and closer. Elliott put down his things and lay down on the sofa with a tired look.

Elliott returned home after a monthlong business trip.

After six years of marriage, he became closer and closer to his young and beautiful female secretary. They started dating half a year ago and he bought a big house for Emily.

Every time we quarreled, he would go into the cold war with me for a long time and then go find Emily.

I thought Elliott would never come back.

Unexpectedly, he acted as if nothing had happened and made his request as naturally as before, asking me to get him something to eat.

I didn't even raise my head.

Holding a notebook, I was sitting on the balcony, busy with work.

Seeing that I ignored him, Elliott called me again.

I said, "Cook whatever you want to eat, or order takeout."

My voice was cold.

It was so cold that it felt like I was talking to an insignificant stranger.

Elliott was stunned.

In the past, I would never dare to say such words.

After all, everyone thought that marrying Elliott was indeed marrying above my station.

I should humble myself and be grateful.

But I couldn't stand it anymore.

Elliott sat up, looked at me silently for a while, then got up and went to the kitchen.

After fiddling around in the kitchen for a long time, he finally cooked fast food, which smelled burnt.

When he brought it out, he looked at me with some embarrassment.

"Victoria, will you stop being angry?

"Without you cooking for me, I can't even have normal fast food."

His words were tinged with resentment.

It seemed like Elliott was blaming me for deliberately not cooking for him.

But I just sneered.

He was a grownup, but he couldn't even cook fast food properly.

After six years of marriage, Elliott's parents looked down on me. They looked down on my family background and despised me as a person.

When Elliott made up his mind to marry me, they forbade him to hire a servant out of spite.

So for the past six years, I'd done all the housework.

I had to work during the day and take care of Elliott when I get home. At first, he understood my difficulties.

But gradually, I was so busy every day that I no longer had time to put on makeup and dress myself up.

Elliott's attention shifted to others.

He became closer and closer to his beautiful young secretary, Emily Cooper. I even saw them shopping hand in hand.

Emily asked him, "Who is better, me or your wife?"

Elliott smiled nonchalantly, "Of course it's you. Victoria can't compare to you."

Later I found out, and he explained it calmly.

"It's just a show."

At this moment, I was looking at Elliott in front of me.

He was still holding the fast food in his hand. And he looked aggrieved, like a bullied child.

He sat down next to me and softened his tone in an attempt to be friendly.

"Honey, please don't be angry.

"That was Emily's fault. She knew we were in a cold war, so she sent you roses. She meant well. She didn't know you were allergic to pollen. I apologized to you on her behalf."

Elliott frowned, as if I was being unreasonable.

Without wasting any time, I took out the divorce agreement and property division agreement and threw them to him.

This scene also happened a month ago.

A month ago, Elliott and I had a fight about Emily and we were in a cold war for a long time.

He didn't go home for weeks.

We had agreed in advance that our sixth wedding anniversary would be celebrated in a grand manner, but Elliott broke his promise and did not return home all night.

I sat alone in front of a sumptuous candlelight dinner, eating slowly and leisurely.

But the doorbell rang. Someone sent me a big bouquet of roses.

There was also a card with a sentence written on it.

[Victoria, happy sixth anniversary!]

I sneered.

Without any hesitation, I threw the flowers and the card into the trash can.

Then I decisively printed out the divorce agreement and sent it to Elliott's company.

Elliott knew it six years ago.

I was allergic to pollen. The flowers I hated the most were roses.

But afterwards he came specially to apologize, saying that Emily did not mean it and that she meant well.

But we were both women. I knew what Emily was thinking.

If she really had good intentions, she wouldn't have monopolized Elliott that night and humiliated me with roses.

It was a pity that Elliott didn't listen.

He tore up the divorce agreement into pieces and walked away with a cold face.

Even though he tore it up, I printed out ten more copies and handed him a new one.

"Please sign it when you have time.

"Since you like Emily so much, you should take some responsibility and give her a name. Don't let her be called a mistress anymore."

Elliott turned a deaf ear to it, tore up the divorce agreement, and threw it into the trash can.

He bent down, opened the suitcase, took out a packaging box, and deliberately changed the subject.

"Victoria, when I got back from my business trip, the first thing I did was to give you an anniversary gift. Do you like it?"

I took a quick glance. It was an exquisite necklace.

But he forgot that I no longer like wearing these jewels.

Elliott looked at me expectantly. And when he saw that I didn't move, he pushed the necklace towards me again.

I raised my hand to knock it away and stood up impatiently, "Elliott, you should know that continuing to waste time like this will not benefit anyone."

Although in front of outsiders, we still looked like a loving couple.

But we knew very well that this marriage was just a facade.

He almost treated Emily's house as his own home. And I also heard him making phone calls in the study.

"Wait for me at home. After I finish my work here, I will go back to accompany you."

Needless to say, the person on the other end of the phone was definitely Emily.

When facing Emily, Elliott would subconsciously become much gentler.

I couldn't help but think back to the first few years of our relationship in college when Elliott and I were just dating, and he was also so doting on me.

At that time, Elliott's parents did not agree with his relationship with me and cut off his living expenses.

He worked parttime to earn money just to buy me a chocolate cake for 398 dollars.

He would use one month's salary to buy me a plain ring and carefully help me put it on my hand.

"Victoria, I will treat you well for the rest of my life and only love you forever."

I closed my eyes.

These memories were many years old.

Even if it was not blown away by the wind, it would slowly fade away with time.

When the necklace fell to the ground, it rolled out of the box, making a crisp sound.

There was silence in the room.

Elliott stood there stiffly, without bending down to pick it up. When he looked up at me again, his eyes had changed.

I raised my eyes to look at him provocatively.

"Have you had enough of me? Then sign it."

I deliberately provoked him, just wanting a quick divorce and freedom.

But Elliott suddenly smiled.

He looked at me coldly, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Victoria, don't you just want a divorce?

"I won't let you have your wish."

"I will make sure you never leave me until you die!"

Elliott turned around and went back to the study, closing the door heavily.

How could there be such unreasonable people?

A severe pain came from my abdomen. I felt as if all my strength was drained away. I fell on the sofa with a pale face.

Elliott didn't know that I was sick.

Just three months ago, I made an appointment with a top domestic expert for surgery. There was great hope that I could recover.

But on the day of the operation, Emily suffered from acute appendicitis.

Elliott was so distressed that he snatched my appointment and went to perform appendectomy surgery on Emily.

He didn't know how long I had been waiting in line and how important this surgery was to me.

"Elliott, you're so cruel!"

I slapped him in anger. "Do you know I'm sick? How can you be so filthy?"

At that time, all he cared about was Emily. He grabbed my wrist fiercely.

Elliott sneered.

"Victoria, stop pretending.

"You're so strong. Why are you pretending to be sick? Aren't you just jealous of Emily and want to compete with her?

"I can let you make a fuss about other things, but not this surgery!"

It was also from that time that I started thinking about divorce.

Since then, I had been waiting every day to get an appointment with a specialist, only to be told that I had to wait in line for another six months.

But the doctor said that my body couldn't wait any longer and that I had to undergo surgery within six months to have any hope of recovery.

Otherwise, if my disease was terminal, I wouldn't live much longer.

Just a few days ago, I ran into my university alumni, Adrian, by chance. He was able to make an appointment with a specialist and said he could give it to me.

"But there is one request. You have to divorce Elliott."

After some inquiries, I found out that Adrian was none other than Emily's cousin.

The reason why Adrian was so kind to help me was just to stand up for Emily.

I couldn't sleep for several nights.

Finally, I agreed to Adrian.

"Within a month, I will divorce him. Please help me."

I promised Adrian.

For several days after that, Elliott would go home on time after finishing his work at the company.

After coming back, he put down his phone, put on an apron, and went into the kitchen.

After working for two hours, several dishes were finally served. They didn't look very good, but the presentation was very attentive.

Elliott approached me cautiously.

"Victoria, I was not nice to you before. I will make it up to you in the future."

He spoke in an awkward tone, with guilt, and came over to hold my hand.

"Actually, nothing had happened between Emily and me. I just wanted to piss you off and make you apologize, so I deliberately let you misunderstand.

"I'm sorry, Victoria."

His tone was so sincere that I almost thought he was telling the truth.

He thought this would move me.

But I couldn't help but think of the day after our wedding anniversary when he made a special trip home to apologize to me.

His expression that day was just as sincere and affectionate as it was now.

But he didn't notice that there was still a lipstick mark on the side of his cheek.

That trace of lipstick was like a thorn, piercing my heart.

At that moment, I understood everything.

But now, he actually said that there was nothing between him and Emily. He lied.

I shook my head, put down the divorce agreement, and placed it in the most obvious place on the table. "Whether it is true or not, we know it very well.

"You should sign it when you have time. I don't want to embarrass us, Elliott."

I turned around and went back to my room with my laptop and locked the door.

Elliott hovered at the door for a long time. His footsteps stopped. He seemed to be hesitating whether to knock on the door.

In the end, he didn't knock.

I turned off the lights in the room and was almost falling asleep when Elliott's voice rang out from outside.

"Victoria, I know you're sick. I shouldn't have deliberately angered you. I was so wrong!

"No matter what, I promise you that there is nothing between Emily and me anymore. I will fire her and get a new secretary tomorrow. And I will never have anything to do with her again!

"Why don't you open the door and we'll talk?"

Finally, I opened the door.

Elliott raised his head and saw me. The light in his eyes was rekindled.

"Victoria!"

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.

It left me stunned for a moment.

That hug made me feel as if I was back six years ago, back to the time when we were in college and just started dating.

Elliott's voice sounded firmly from above my head.

"I'm sorry I took your reservation last time.

"Don't worry. No matter what the cost this time, I will help you get a place and save you!"

Elliott took something out of his pocket and handed it to me.

It was a familiar necklace.

I was stunned. That was the necklace I got from the church when Elliott had a car accident. I asked Elliott to carry it with him every day.

Now he handed the necklace to me again. "Victoria, you will be safe. We won't get divorced. I will definitely arrange for an expert doctor to cure you."

I began to waver.

But I did not agree to Elliott. He and Emily had been entangled for many years. Although I did not find any substantial evidence, I could not believe that they were really innocent.

Until I accidentally heard that Elliott fired Emily with a cold face.

"I asked you to help me with the acting before. All this is your reward."

Elliott gave her a lot of money. "Don't bother me and my wife anymore."

I finally began to believe Elliott.

I also asked myself countless times in my heart, "If he did repent, would I forgive him as if nothing had happened?"

Three days later, Adrian came to urge me again.

"Are you divorced?"

I held my phone in my hand and looked up at Elliott who was busy in the kitchen.

He really seemed different.

In the past, he didn't sympathize with my hard work, never cooked for me, and even most of the time, he thought my efforts were my due.

But now, he was slowly learning how to cook.

Even though the food didn't taste good, and he always burned the food, he was very patient.

Just two days ago, he was still begging for my forgiveness, holding my hand and saying, "Victoria, let's have a child. You are only responsible for giving birth to him, and I will raise him.

"Then, the three of us will live a happy life."

I was moved.

I lowered my head to edit the text message. My rejection message hadn't been sent yet.

In the kitchen, Elliott's cell phone rang.

Less than a minute after the call was answered, a plate fell to the ground and shattered.

I looked up and saw Elliott running out in a panic. "Victoria, I have something to do. Why don't you order some takeout first..."

My eyes fell on his phone screen. He hadn't hung up the call yet.

The note was Emily's name.

I was surprised and asked him, "Didn't you say you broke up with Emily?"

Elliott's face was pale. His eyes dodged. "She is not feeling well. She has no relatives or support in this city. As her former leader, I have to go to the hospital..."

But I didn't believe him.

As I got closer, the girl's voice came clearly from the phone.

"Mr. Wellington, the doctor said the baby was unstable. I'm so scared. Can you come and stay with me now?"

I was desperate.