Don't Cry, My Darling

I felt as if needles were being driven into my heart, and it hurt so much that my breathing became labored.

Tears slid unbidden down my face.

Wasn't I already dead? Why could I still feel pain?

The sound of Ansel closing the door woke Anne.

She was wearing a lacy nightdress, and she took Ansel's arm affectionately. "We're going to take wedding photos today! Let's hurry and set off."

The two of them left after getting dressed.

In the studio, Anne changed into a pink, gauzy gown that swept along the floor. Ansel wore a white suit.

The photographer guided them into posing in several intimate ways.

The last photo was of the two of them kissing.

I did not want to watch any longer. Watching more would just be torture to me.

Anne posted their photos on Facebook, and soon, there were over ten thousand comments.

"Anne is so pretty! A woman like her, who can start from scratch with Ansel, is what you call a good woman!"

"Anne is much better than Ansel's selfish ex-wife!"

"Callous people like Ansel's ex-wife are sure to die young!"

Ansel saw the last comment and was about to press the button to report it, but then he changed his mind and liked it instead.

He stared at the screen and muttered, "Julie, do you think you can just disappear? Let me see how long you'll keep hiding.

"If you can divorce me, why can't you come and see me?

"I want to ask you if you regret divorcing me now that you can see how much I've accomplished, and if you regret abandoning me during the darkest time of my life!"

I stood behind him, reading the comments that were cursing me and telling me to go and die.

There was a lump in my throat, and I wanted to cry.

I didn't regret divorcing Ansel, nor did I regret abandoning him.

If I could go back in time, I would do the same thing.

After leaving the wedding studio, Ansel went to the office. He was very busy for several days and did not go home.

The news of his marriage to Anne began to grow in popularity on the Internet.

More and more people were paying attention to the love life of Wall Street's top finance giant.

More and more people were also growing to like Anne, the woman who had stayed with Ansel during the lowest point in his life.

I was abused harshly as his ex-wife.

One day, he suddenly received a call from the police, asking him to go over. Anne had been stalked and harassed by someone.

When Ansel saw the person who had been harassing Anne, his temper flared at once.

I stood there in shock.

The person who had been stalking Anne was Jake Dursley.

He was the man who had pretended to be my boyfriend in front of Ansel back then.

Ansel punched him without a second thought.

"How dare you stalk and harass my fiancée? Do you have a death wish? How could Julie have seen anything in a jerk like you?

"Oh, I get it. Now that she sees that I've succeeded and I'm about to get married, she told you to come and bully my fiancée, didn't she?"

Jake was a whole head shorter than Ansel, and there was no way he could win in a fight against him.

He was beaten up so badly that his entire face was bruised.

I rushed over to pull them apart, but I could only watch as my hands went right through their bodies. I had no effect on them at all.

"Stop hitting him, Ansel! Stop! Jake, can't you run?"

I couldn't stop them, nor could they hear me.

In the end, it was the police who separated them.

Jake panted as he sat on the floor. "I wasn't stalking her or harassing her. I just wanted her to delete those comments under the photos that she posted on Facebook, and she refused to do so! I had no choice but to keep pestering her!

"Ansel, you're also to blame for Anne's indulgence of those people who are cursing and abusing Julie in the comments, aren't you?

"You're not worthy of being a man! You're so petty! You actually allowed them to curse Julie. No wonder she divorced you! You're not worthy of her!"