Remarriage Failed Again Today

Hearing this, Annabelle Linton showed no reaction, not even to the news of his fever of one hundred and six degrees.

She only felt a faint, sharp pang in her heart.

On their third wedding anniversary, Grandpa had arranged for them to visit a mountain resort.

Unlike Leona, who was clearly reluctant to go, she had been overjoyed. He hadn’t been home in a month, and she would finally have him all to herself.

But as soon as they arrived at the resort, Leona ditched her and went off on his own.

She wasn’t one for crowds, and with Leona gone, she had nothing to do and no one to talk to. She could only stay in their room.

She decided to take a bath, but having lost sleep the night before from excitement, she ended up falling asleep in the tub.

He returned in the afternoon. Seeing her in the bathtub, he coldly turned on the shower, and icy water rained down on her head.

The shock of the freezing water jolted her awake. She opened her eyes to see Leona Grant staring down at her, his face a mask of contempt.

He sneered and said to her, "Annabelle Linton, did you think a despicable trick like this would make me spare you a second glance? You should take a good look at yourself!"

It dawned on her then—he thought she was trying to seduce him.

She wanted to explain, but he stormed out, slamming the door behind him without a single glance in her direction.

With her hair still dripping wet, she silently followed him home, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

Halfway there, it started pouring. He got a call saying Vivian Yates had been in a car accident, and he yelled at Annabelle, kicking her out of the car.

She was worried about Vivian, too, but she also didn’t want to leave his side. When she insisted on going with him, he dragged her out of the car without a word and sped away, leaving her behind.

In reality, Vivian Yates hadn’t been in an accident at all. She had nearly been hit by a car and fainted. It was a nurse who had called Leona Grant.

’Thinking back on it now, Vivian was probably faking it.’

They were on the outskirts of the city, so she couldn’t hail a cab. Her phone, wallet, and everything else were still in the car. All she could do was walk through the downpour, crying.

At some point, she fell, spraining her ankle, and fainted on the side of the road.

Later, she was found by an elderly scrap collector who took her to the hospital.

At the hospital, she saw Leona Grant gently applying ointment to a bruise on Vivian Yates’s knee. Meanwhile, she was burning up with a high fever and had a sprained ankle, but she didn’t receive a single word of comfort from him.

She stood at the door to their room, crying. The elderly scrap collector saw her and asked why she wasn’t getting proper rest.

Just then, Leona Grant saw her too.

But he just shot her a disgusted look, assuming she had shamelessly followed him there, and slammed the door right in her face.

She was so utterly heartbroken that she ran to a bar and drank herself into a stupor. With her already weak stomach, this led to gastric bleeding, and she had to be rushed to the emergency room.

Grandpa found out about the incident and reprimanded Leona Grant.

But Leona Grant just stared coldly at her on the operating table. Indifferent. Expressionless. The words he spoke were utterly heartless: "It’d be better if you died. Annabelle Linton, why don’t you just die and get it over with?"

Lying on the operating table, she heard his words and cried in despair. More than ever before, she wished she had simply died from the gastric hemorrhage, that no one had sent her to the hospital.

Because at least then, her heart wouldn’t be in so much pain...

The past flashed before her eyes, frame by frame. A self-deprecating glint appeared in Annabelle Linton’s clear eyes. She quietly lay back down, closed her eyes, and said, "I don’t know him."

Just as she was about to hang up, the international student on the other end grew frantic. "But that can’t be right! You have to know each other. I’ve seen him every day for the past three days, and he keeps calling out the name ’Annabelle Linton.’ Plus, you’re the only woman in his phone’s contact list."

He then asked cautiously, "Did you two have a fight?"