My Wife Let Me Die 8

My Wife Let Me Die 8

How could he be so shameless? He cheated on me and still tried to make me the bad guy!

 

“So now you’re saying it’s my fault we couldn’t have kids? Was I the one who made you and Serena sneak around behind my back and sleep together?” I retorted.

 

“Please don’t fight with Owie anymore. It’s all my fault. I’ve always loved him, and I was the one who seduced him,” Serena said as if I’d fall for her pathetic act.

 

“So you’re actually admitting you’re shameless enough to go after someone else’s husband?” I asked.

 

“Don’t bother with that shrew, Rena!” Owen snapped, his patience running out.

 

The two of them were so in sync, playing their parts like I was the one ruining their perfect love story instead.

 

The car pulled up in front of the courthouse.

 

After we finalized the divorce, Owen handed me a 100-dollar bill as if he was doing me a favor. “Here, take this for a cab. I’m not driving you back. Let’s just leave things on a good note.”

 

I swatted his hand away. “On a good note? With you? Your mom’s been a nightmare to me from the start, and for the sake of what we had, I put up with it for years. She went around calling me a barren woman with nothing to offer, and you never once stood up for me.

 

“You even brought your mistress into our home. And now, you have the nerve to bring her along to finalize our divorce. Do you have no shame?”

 

Owen’s face twisted with anger. “Why haven’t you gotten pregnant yet if you’re really able to? You wouldn’t be bothered by what people say if it wasn’t true. Who’d want someone from a family like yours?

 

“All you do is sit at home, looking awful and miserable every day. Honestly, just looking at you makes me sick.”

 

Serena tugged at his arm with a smile. “Alright, Owie, don’t waste your time with her.”

 

Then, she pulled her into the car.

 

I swallowed my anger and called Mom to let her know I was fine. Then, I took a cab home and got a good night’s sleep.

 

The next day, I filled Mom and Dad in on everything.

 

Dad was so furious that he slammed his hand on the table. “Get the car, Alex! How dare he stomp all over Ellie like that?”

 

I quickly stopped him. “Let me handle this, Dad.”

 

I’d barely finished speaking when my phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was from an unknown number. I stepped outside to take it, only to be met with a sharp, biting voice on the other end.

 

“Is this Paige Zeller? It’s Serena. I just moved into Owie’s place. Look, I don’t want to be the bad guy, so why don’t you come by and grab your stuff when you have a chance?

 

“I know starting over with nothing must be hard. You could sell some of your belongings and scrape together enough for a cheap apartment in a low-end neighborhood.

 

I laughed out of frustration and said, “It’s fine. Owen bought those things, and since I was forced to leave everything behind in the divorce, they belong to him.”

 

“Well, if that’s the case, let me cut to the chase,” she said. “Owie and I are getting married soon, so I hope you won’t reach out to him again. I’m sure you don’t want to be the kind of woman who clings to someone else’s husband and gets called a homewrecker, right, Ms. Zeller?”

 

And with that, she hung up. After saying all that with zero shame, she actually went ahead and blocked me.

 

Just then, a new message from Mildred popped up in the family WhatsApp group. “Owen and Rena are getting married next month, and she’s pregnant! I’m going to be a grandma soon!”

 

She was practically bursting with excitement.

 

Lucky for her, I hadn’t left the family group yet. I had a big surprise of my own to share.

My Wife Let Me Die

My Wife Let Me Die

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