Semua Bab I Divorced My Wife, Now She Begs Me to Come Back: Bab 1 - Bab 9

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man.Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock.Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt."Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?""To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..."I couldn't take it anymore. My hands shaking, I dialed my wife's number, pleading for her to come and clear everything up.Steven overheard my conversation with Fiona and smirked."Guess who Fiona's going to protect? She'll say I'm her husband just to save face.""Go ahead—you're only humiliating yourself."Ever since Fiona's childhood friend returned from abroad, he'd been targeting me, humiliating me at every turn.I'd argued with Fiona, begged her to see reason. But she insisted Steven was just joking around and told me to stop being

The door slammed. I looked down at the long scar on my right arm.Fiona and I had gotten married because of an accident.Three years ago, she was in a car crash—someone had sabotaged her brakes. She was trapped, dying.I pulled her out of the wreck and called 911. A piece of broken metal had sliced my arm open, leaving a scar that would never fade.When Fiona recovered, she tracked me down. She chased me for a year.When I hit rough patches at work, she was there—organizing my files, staying up late to help me solve problems.Even when I had a fever, she'd panic, staying awake all night to watch over me.We were happy after we married. Sure, her family didn't approve, but she loved me. Grandma was proud of me. Life was sweet.Then Steven came back. And everything fell apart.One word from him, and she'd drop everything.He'd lie, and she'd believe him over me, her own husband.We fought. We made up. Over and over.But this time—this time, I was done forgiving.I packed my things and we

My mouth opened, but no sound came.My knees buckled. I dropped to the ground.Grandma had spent her last three hours lying alone in a hospital corridor.While I—I was kneeling miles away, begging for forgiveness over Steven's rash."AHHH!"A raw, anguished wail tore out of me.A nurse nearby whispered, voice thick with pity:"Such cruelty... She was fine in the private suite. One phone call, and they pulled it... like she didn't matter..."One phone call.It destroyed Grandma's last chance.And it shattered the last thread of hope between Fiona and me.No one would ever call me by my childhood name again. No one would ever leave a light on, waiting for me to come home.Three days later, I was on my way to the crematorium to pick up Grandma's ashes.Fiona's car blocked my path.She stepped out in a black suit, makeup impeccable, holding a folder."Kyle Wilson. Steven's family reported you for assault.""Intentional poisoning—that's a criminal charge.""But I convinced Steven to settle

Inside, I noticed the blood seeping through Fiona's pant leg.I didn't want any trouble. I pulled out the first-aid kit and handed it to her."You're hurt. Do it yourself."Fiona rolled up her pant leg. The wound had reopened from the long journey, raw and bleeding.She looked up at me, searching for a flicker of concern.But I'd already turned away, indifferent.She dressed the wound in silence, her voice tinged with bitterness."Before, you'd have been so worried. You'd have done this for me yourself."I let out a bitter laugh. "You said it yourself—before.""You got the divorce notice, didn't you?"Her chest tightened. She grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to meet her eyes."Kyle, I never wanted a divorce! I told you—agreeing to it, saying I'd marry Steven—that was all out of anger!""You're my husband. Only you."I looked at her—at the hurt and confusion in her eyes—and felt my own hurt surge up, raw and overwhelming.I shoved her hands away."Fiona, what makes you think that just b

Only then did Steven show fear.He wailed at Fiona. "Fiona, please—don't let them do this. I made a mistake—a moment of impulse. I'll apologize, I'll pay him anything. I'm young—I can't go to prison. Please, for old times' sake, help me."Fiona thought of how close I'd come to drowning at the bottom of that reservoir. She looked at him without a trace of warmth."You crossed the line, Steven.""When you break the law, you pay the price. Use your time inside to think about what you've done."Steven broke. His face twisted with rage."He didn't even die! I did all this because I love you!""Why? When you thought he did wrong, you kept defending him, making excuses, refusing to divorce him—""And I make one mistake, and you won't give me a single chance?!"Fiona's voice was ice."Kyle is Kyle. Everyone else is everyone else.""What makes you think you can compare to him?"Steven froze. Then he laughed, bitter and broken."So you never cared about me at all.""But Fiona—if you hadn't favor