Todos los capítulos de Money Can't Buy Back a Dead Heart: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

I brought up divorce to my husband, Peter Crowley, but he didn't agree to it."Don't be such a drama queen," he said coldly without even taking his eyes off the laptop screen.It was as if he found those boring electronic data more interesting than talking to me.I lowered my eyes and said firmly, "I'm being serious. I want a divorce."Peter took a deep breath and stood, his expression icy."I was the one who agreed to suspend Mom's treatment. It had nothing to do with Cara. She was just carrying out orders. If you hadn't gone to the company and made a huge scene, I wouldn't have needed to teach you a lesson."I already had someone resume the treatment yesterday. My time is precious, so I don't have time to watch you throw a tantrum."Without waiting for my reply, he turned and walked away.He was certain that before long, I'd shamelessly submit and grovel, and continue to fawn over him just like before.Even when he said to my face, "Don't be such a simp. It makes me sick," I

"I called you—didn't you hear?" Peter asked."I did, but I didn't want to answer," I replied indifferently.Peter looked as if he had heard something utterly ridiculous, speaking to me as though he couldn't comprehend what I'd said."Didn't I already tell you? Cara has been performing well at work lately, and that's why I treated her to a meal. Do you have any idea how many people in the company already have the wrong idea about her? How is she supposed to face everyone after that comment you posted?"I couldn't help but sneer at this. "It looks like not everyone is blind after all. So, some people do know exactly what no good she has been up to." I turned to look at Peter. "Besides, I'm not her mother, so why should I worry about whether she has it easy at the company?"In an instant, Peter's expression darkened."Ada, since when did you become this kind of vulgar person who believes every rumor they hear? You know perfectly well how difficult it is for a young woman to climb th

Professor Shor frowned imperceptibly. "What? Don't tell me you've gotten too used to the good life of a wealthy wife and can't handle the hardships we working folks have to put up with?"With tears still clinging to my cheeks, I smiled from the bottom of my heart."I can handle it, Professor Shor. For myself, I'm willing to put up with any hardship."Professor Shor smiled with genuine warmth and immediately set things in motion with swift efficiency."Then hurry up and contact the team right away. Work isn't some soap opera. You don't get to sit around feeling sorry for yourself."Under her arrangements, I soon embarked on the work journey. At first, I struggled to adjust. But as time went on, the knowledge and operation procedures etched deep in my soul began to surface from the recesses of my mind, and I grew more and more adept.The stern and taciturn team leader, Riley Becker, gave me a thumbs-up."At first, I was worried you'd be too soft. But now, I can see that it's true

Indeed, I did love Peter once, back when he treated me with tenderness.But his love was like a bubble under the sun—beautiful on the surface, yet vanishing before it could even be felt."You think everyone should fall in line and accommodate you. But on what grounds? It's not like I'm your mother! I don't need you to do anything. All I want is to divorce you!"Peter was utterly devastated, all color draining from his face. He staggered a step and grabbed hold of me."Can't you at least give me a chance to make it right?" he pleaded. "Ada, you can't do this. Even criminals get a second hearing. You can't reduce it to a single verdict."I firmly pulled my hand out of his grasp and said quietly, "Peter, I've already given you plenty of chances."Yet, he never treasured them.I knew all too well how stubborn Peter could be, and that getting a divorce from him would be a long, drawn-out battle.I assumed this draining standoff would be put on hold until we returned. But not long af

"But I can't deny that it was you, Peter, who gave Mom three more years of life," I added.In the final days of Mom's life, I had hated Peter and Cara so much that I wished I could die. I wanted nothing more than to stab them both to death or run them over with a car.But Mom reached out her hand and covered my eyes with great difficulty, saying, "What a pity. We said we'd see the Wishing Wall and take a nice set of photos together, but neither of them came true. Ada, you will go on living happily, right?"In that moment, I became the person I hated the most.I hated myself for being so incapable, for needing to rely on what others gave me just to extend Mom's life.I also hated that I didn't take Professor Shor's advice to spend more time with Mom in her final days or to take her on a trip across the country.But what I hated most was that my own obstinacy and refusal to let Mom go kept her painfully imprisoned in that cramped hospital room, bound to that bed for three years.E