Dead for Her Love

Returning home, Christine patiently put Henry to rest before returning to her room with a darkened gaze.

She called Nate and said, "Where the hell is Jason? Get him to come to the phone."

"Are you nuts? I told you he's dead! He's dead!" Nate bellowed into the phone.

Christine sneered. "Ask Jason about what the hell he wants and get him to come back! Stop with this absurd excuse! I'm going to divorce him! Get him to come home right away!"

Christine hung up and threw her phone against the wall, but it still did not relieve her of her anger.

The pet she could always order around for ten years was suddenly no longer in her control. How could she come to terms with it?

As she breathed heavily, she swept the only photo of us by the nightstand to the floor. Her face was red with fury.

I was oddly calm looking at the cracked frame.

Suddenly, a knock came on the door. Henry said feebly, "Christine, my chest feels a little tight. I don't feel too good…"

Christine took a deep breath and quickly went over to open the door. She was taken aback to see the sight before her.

Henry was topless with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I clenched my fists tightly and relaxed them. My eyes reddened with fury.

"Christine, my chest started to hurt halfway through my shower. I wanted you to be with me."

I was nauseous with disgust seeing a full-grown man trying to gain pity.

Christine blushed, but she moved aside to let him into her room. The moment Henry entered the room, he eagerly hugged her and whispered seductively in her ear, "Christine, you should get a divorce. I don't want to see you suffering anymore. You deserve a much better man. I have thought about you every single day all these years…"

Christine blinked. "But…"

Henry cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes. "Christine, don't you love me?"

I waited with bated breath, staring at Christine. I did not know what I was hoping for.

"I do."

At that moment, my heart broke into a million pieces.

"I love you too. We've missed out on so many years. I don't want to waste any more time, Christine."

Christine pursed her lips. Her eyes gleamed with determination. "You're right, Henry. I've called Jason to come back for our divorce. Once everything is settled, we'll be together."

They hugged tightly. I clenched my fists so hard as my body trembled uncontrollably.

Henry was her first love. Everyone in the industry knew about their love story.

The pauper fell in love with the wealthy heiress, and they eloped.

Christine's father, Richard, caught them halfway through the journey. He then sent Henry to prison on account of kidnapping a young woman.

From that point onward, a rift formed between Christine and Richard. Christine clung to the belief that Henry was innocent and that she was the one who destroyed his future and sent him to prison.

The truth, however, was quite the opposite. Henry had secured a buyer. He had planned to kidnap Christine and extort a ransom from Richard before selling her off to the buyer.

However, the plans were foiled as the news leaked. The buyer had fled.

That night, Christine drunkenly clutched onto me, mistaking me for Henry. From then on, all she had for me was hatred and revulsion.

When Richard died from a car crash, in his final moments, he held my hand and repeatedly told me to look after her.

Since Richard was dead, Henry, fresh out of prison, had once again turned his sights on Christine.

I tried to push Henry away from pinning Christine on the bed.

That monster! Scumbag!

However, nothing worked. My hands just went through Henry's body.

"Christine, wake up! That monster is just after your money! Don't fall for it!" I yelled. However, everything seemed rather comical.

Christine wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

I shut my eyes in utter disappointment.

Surprisingly, the thing that I expected to happen did not occur. Christine placed her hand on Henry's chest and pushed him away. She said, "Henry, you've not fully recovered. Besides, I'm not divorced yet."

Henry's gaze dimmed. "I'm sorry, Christine. I couldn't control myself."

Christine collected herself and said, "Get some rest. If Jason doesn't return tomorrow, we'll go and look for him."

I smiled bitterly. There was no chance in hell for her anymore.

I was suddenly curious. I wondered what her reaction would be when she saw my ashes.