Novel & Cerita After My Husband's First Love Died In An Avalanche

After that, Zac kept telling everyone that he had married the perfect wife. He said that meeting me was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to him. However, the number of photos of him going in and out of hotels had increased. The marriage was already dead for a long time. My stubbornness had ruined myself and even more so, my son. I slowly walked toward the urn and wiped the surface clean with a piece of tissue paper. Then, I sent a text message to a few key business partners of our company. Many of them were only willing to help me because of my parents.

I glanced at the wall where photos of my four lost children hung. Wiping away a tear, I whispered, "Don’t worry, Mommy will get revenge for you." Someone once said that when you stopped letting love blind you, you would finally start to think clearly. Now I understood how true that was. In the days that followed, I focused on recovering. Once I was stronger, I used work as an excuse to have my mom take care of Harvey. The first thing I did after recovering was get closer to Nina. Nina was Chris’s "one true love." They had been together for four years, but for reasons I didn’t know, they broke up. Right after that, Chris quickly married me.

It had all been right there, if I'd only dared to see it. Just then, his phone rang. It was his assistant. "Mr. Bradley… there's been a second avalanche on the snow mountain. Your wife… she really didn't survive it…"

“Grace, do you wish to get rid of me? Who gave you such power? You were the one who forced me to marry you, so why should it be over because you say so? “I won’t take into account what you owe me, but how are you going to pay back what you owe Ayla? “In the beginning, you brainwashed my mother and forced me to marry you. Ayla attempted suicide over it. “I spent so many years helping her rediscover her purpose in life. I helped her become a warrior in the pack’s search and rescue team. Even after all that, you still tried to hurt her and ruin her!” I let out a bitter laugh. He did not want to marry me, so why had he agreed to it in the first place?

However, I was sneering internally. And with that, Mark “died”. I pinched my thigh hard, and soon the tears started flowing. “Mark, please don’t leave me! What am I supposed to do now?” I wailed loudly and drew the attention of everyone around us. Curious onlookers gathered to see what had happened. Just like in my previous life, the “kind stranger” stepped forward. “Goodness, you killed your husband with poison! Why don’t you go down the mountain to seek help? I’ll watch his body for you.”

The nurse ended the call before Terence could finish his rant. She looked at me with shock as if to ask, ‘Is that really your husband?’ My lips stretched into a bitter smile. “Can I sign it myself? You heard how he—” Tears began to stream down my face. Once again, Terence had made it clear that despite being his wife, I meant nothing to him compared to his first love. The nurse looked at me sympathetically as I signed the consent form.

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Then my husband called. Instead of any concern or remorse, he yelled at me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"

Apparently, my marriage had been rotten from the very start. Lucas was so worried about Shevonne’s condition that he lifted her up in a bridal carry. The stunned nurses around us finally came back to themselves. They rushed over to help me back onto the bed. “Ms. Avignon, please don’t let them upset you. You just had a miscarriage and can’t get worked up.” I nodded silently. With the help of painkillers, I quickly went back to sleep. In my dreams, I returned to the scene of the earthquake.

I waited, afraid to interrupt. “I don’t want a future where you’re not in it,” he said. “Not success. Not revenge. Not victory over Richard or anyone else. None of it matters if you’re gone.” My chest tightened, emotions crashing into each other love, guilt, relief, and something deeper. Something permanent. This wasn’t the cold billionaire who once proposed a marriage of convenience. This was my husband. “I didn’t survive my first life just to die quietly in this one,” I said softly. “And I didn’t come back to walk this path alone.”

She took away the comfort I needed that day and I hated her since that day. ••••••••• Years ago... It was a gloomy day for all of us. The sky was pouring hard rain. I can clearly remember that day. My husband went into a battlefield between lycans and werewolves. and he.... My husband died during the attack by the opposing force of Lycans. I stand froze as I watch my husband's body covered in a white cloth. They opened it to its neck. "H-Honey." I remember how words were trying to escape my mouth but could not.