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All Chapters of The Husband She Loved Too Late: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

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Chapter 1 The Last Phone Call

Samantha Cole sent me a divorce agreement. My grip loosened, and the document slipped from my hand, falling to the floor.Just as I was about to pick it up, I saw that my hands were covered in blood. Hence, I stopped. Instead, I reached for the rubbing alcohol on the bedside table.I wanted to clean myself up before signing the agreement. At the very least, I did not want my condition to disgust Samantha when she saw it.Unexpectedly, I overextended my arm and aggravated the injury in my chest. In an instant, the sharp pain pulled me back to bed.I took a few deep breaths. As I lay on my back, I was too weak to lift a finger.The light from the overhead crystal chandelier stung my eyes.Still, no matter how painful it was, it could not compare to the absurdities and agonies of my simple life.…For the past five years of our marriage, I had been advising Samantha from behind the scenes and helping her secure her position as CEO of Cole Group. After being kicked out, I willingly

Chapter 2 Goodbye, Oliver

When I was alive, Oliver and I had clashed more than once.We clashed once on a film set. That time, I was invited as the client to participate in the casting for a production the company was investing in, and Oliver was one of the auditionees.Frankly speaking, his acting was terrible. But with Samantha backing him, he still managed to secure the most fully developed supporting role.If performed well, this role would undoubtedly be a breakthrough role for tens of thousands of struggling extras.In my opinion, every auditionee should compete for the role based on their own ability. And so, I dismissed Oliver on the spot and replaced him with the newcomer who had delivered the best performance.This matter reached Samantha's ears. I had no chance to explain because she did the same thing as now, kicking me out of the company and slapping me across the face, in order to vent her anger for her wronged lover.My skin was thick, so it did not hurt much. All I remembered was that the

Chapter 3 Assumptions

When Samantha first took over the Cole Group, she was so swamped with work that she had no appetite. The only thing she could stomach was soup.Knowing this restaurant was famous for its creamy shrimp and corn soup, I spent some time learning the recipe from the head chef.Unfortunately, I truly had no talent for cooking. Every day, I either burned my hands, nicked my fingers, or got smacked in the face by live, wriggling shrimp.Watching the way I handled a knife, Brandon, one of my subordinates, once remarked with a speechless expression, "Joshua, you're removing a shrimp vein, not dismantling a human spine."In the end, Brandon and the rest of the comrades who had fought through thick and thin with me were forced to taste every version of my soup. It was so terrible they nearly rolled their eyes into the back of their heads.After several attempts, I finally mastered the dish. Then I went to find Samantha with a lunchbox in hand.She was reviewing documents. I took it upon mys

Chapter 4 She Hated Me, Yet Chased My Replacement

Oliver lay on the hospital bed, his face pale and worn. The moment he saw Samantha, tears began rolling down his cheeks one after another, as if he had counted them out in advance. Apparently, pretty boys who knew how to cry were popular with rich women these days. Sure enough, guilt flashed across Samantha's face. She reached out, ruffled his hair, and said softly, "Alright. I was too harsh last time. Don't do anything stupid again." Oliver wrapped his arms around her slender waist and sobbed against her, his shoulders shaking. "Then don't ever say you don't want me again." Samantha's heart melted completely. She sat down beside him, picked up an apple, and began peeling it with surprising focus. The peel curled away from the fruit in one long, perfect strip, circling around and around without breaking. "You're amazing," Oliver praised. Samantha smiled and handed him the apple. "Joshua taught me. He was superstitious about it. Said it was bad luck if the peel broke." N

Chapter 5 Only After I Died Did She Come Looking for Me

The room was empty. Everything that had ever belonged to me had been cleared out, including my body. Of course. Brandon had already been here. By now, he had probably handed my body over to the funeral home. Samantha's anger exploded. She paced back and forth across the bedroom, her rage so sharp it seemed to scrape against the walls. Then, all at once, something bright caught her eye. It was my wedding ring, resting quietly on the nightstand. Samantha had never allowed me to wear it on my hand, so I could only keep it hidden with me like some secret I was not allowed to show anyone. Back when I was injured, it had taken me so much effort to find it again. There had even been a thin ring of dried blood around the band. I stared at it for a long moment, a strange ache rising in my chest. 'Something I used to treasure so carefully… Why does it look like nothing more than scrap metal now?' Perhaps Samantha thought the same thing. She barely glanced at it. She did not e

Chapter 6 The Man She Lost Forever

A bucket of filthy water splashed over Samantha. She jerked awake. As her eyes fixed on the man standing before her, fear flickered across her face, but it was brief. She quickly gathered herself and calmed down. "Peter," she said evenly, "is five million enough?" That single sentence only made him angrier. Peter grabbed her by the collar and yanked her forward so hard her entire body nearly lifted off the chair. The fabric tightened around her throat, and Samantha's face quickly flushed red. "Five million?" Peter snarled. "Samantha, do you think I'm some beggar you can toss spare change at?" His eyes were bloodshot, burning with resentment. "You sent Joshua to strip me of my power. Because of you, I offended those thugs. Now I spend every day hiding like a rat in the streets." He leaned closer, his voice turning vicious. "Samantha, if I can't live well, neither can you." His roar was loud enough to wake Oliver. Compared to Samantha, Oliver was in an even worse stat

Chapter 7 The Truth Hidden in My Wallet

When Samantha woke, she was lying on our bed. The memory of what had happened crashed back into her all at once. She shot upright, stumbled out of bed barefoot, and reached for her phone. She was going to call the funeral home. She wanted to confirm it herself. "No need to call." Brandon leaned against the doorframe, scowling at her with open contempt. He lightly tapped the floor with the toe of his shoe. "See those three bullet holes in the floor?" Samantha froze. Brandon gave a cold, bitter smile. "That day, when Joshua was struggling to hold on, I wanted to bring you here and make you apologize to him. But he wouldn't allow it. Even in his final moments, he was still shielding you." He lowered his gaze to the floor. "To stop me, he fired three warning shots. One of them landed less than an inch from my shoe." Samantha's face turned pale. "Oh, right," Brandon continued. "Before he died, Joshua sent everyone away. He stayed alone in this empty room until the end."

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