My Husband Went Mad After My Death

Indignation

Harvey denied everything when he woke up, saying, "Since you want to leave, just pretend this never happened." He looked at me coldly, treating me as though I was the scum of the Earth.

I thought about it dazedly. Eventually, I concluded that his gentleness last night was likely an illusion.

He was just drunk. There was no way he could have fancied me.

After Harvey's parents knew we had slept together, they kept their word and had us tie the knot.

Since he couldn't defy his family's authority, he had no choice but to force himself to accept the marriage. Even so, he was still indignant about it all.

As a result, I caught sight of him flirting with other women on our wedding eve.

His father forced him to apologize to me, but Harvey remained silent the whole time.

In fact, he was not swayed when his father lashed him.

On the contrary, I was so shocked that I rushed to Harvey to protect him. Alas, he pushed me away ruthlessly. "Stop being a hypocrite!" He glared at me with disgust. "Do you think I will thank you?"

I understood that he would never love me based on the look in his eyes.

Harvey played around with different women just to humiliate me.

Nevertheless, I could only resent fate for playing tricks on me instead of crying for his lack of affection.

Rumor had it that I only managed to marry into the Fergusons because I had guilt-tripped Harvey.

Unbeknownst to them, I would still not be interested in dating him even if he were the last man standing. However, that could only happen if my father was alive.

Sadly, he would never return.

I, on the other hand, was destined to spend the rest of my life in captivity. After all, I had no place to go apart from living under the Fergusons' protection.

My nominal marriage to Harvey was as lifeless as a pool of stagnant water. It wasn't until the day Natalie appeared in Harvey's life that it suddenly swashed with vim and vigor.

Unlike the other women, Harvey was genuinely attracted to her.

For example, Harvey dropped all work to look after her even though she merely caught a cold from getting wet in the rain.

Whereas my request for help was nothing but a nasty tactic to him.

Harvey had no intention of calling back up until the next day.

The rain outside had stopped. As for my corpse… Well, it was left alone in the abandoned steel factory, unsure how long it would take for someone to discover it.

Perhaps no one would ever realize I was gone if Harvey didn't look for me.

Only my good friend, Irene Abbott, noticed something was off. She called Harvey many times. Eventually, he got fed up and answered the call.

"Harvey, have you seen Danica? I called her but couldn't get through. Did something happen to her?"

"It's none of my business," Harvey responded coldly.

"You are her husband! What if she is in danger?" Irene's voice sounded sullen.

Harvey's tone remained indifferent as he added, "Tell her to stop playing this so-called kidnapping game. I don't buy her act. She still needs to come over and finalize the divorce in two days, even if she's dead."

Before Irene could say something in response, he hung up the phone.

Natalie tugged on his sleeve and asked, "Harvey, is Danica jealous again? Why don't you go home? I can take care of myself."

Harvey ignored her request and continued to hug Natalie. "What right does she have to be jealous? Nat, she only bullies you so much because you're sensible. Once I divorce her, you will never have to let yourself suffer again."

Natalie nodded. "Okay. Whatever you say, Harvey."

Meanwhile, my soul was floating on the side. All I felt was slightly ironic as I watched the sight before me.

Who would bear the thought of letting the woman Harvey cared for so deeply suffer? Oh, right, me. In his eyes, everyone in this world was nice except for Danica.

Harvey would never forgive me because I failed to promptly save Natalie from the gangsters when she was in danger.