My Love for my Ex-husband Never Came Back

As soon as I returned home, I immediately called Martin. "I've got the evidence. Please come over, and we can sign the authorization."

While waiting for the lawyer, the doorbell rang.

I assumed Martin had arrived early and opened the door.

But there was the last person I wanted to see.

It was Rosalyn.

She stood at my doorstep and held the hand of a little boy. She looked smug.

She looked me up and down with disdain. "Vera, did you enjoy the video? Were the photos clear? You really know how to keep calm. I thought you would have blown up at Bruce yesterday."

She walked into the living room as if she owned the place. She surveyed the apartment where I'd lived for six years. "This place is nice. It is a river-view flat with great scenery. But Bruce told me that this apartment would eventually be transferred to my son, Caiden."

Her triumphant expression made my stomach churn.

"Get out," I said coldly.

Rosalyn seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke and laughed wildly. "Vera, don't be so angry. It's bad for your health."

She heaved her breasts deliberately and leaned closer. She whispered, "Let me tell you the truth, Vera. Bruce never loves you. He only pities you because your family is gone, and no one wants you. That's why he took you in out of kindness. He says it feels like being with a shell of a person when he is with you. He feels suffocated with despair. He only loves me and his son, whom I gave birth to."

Each of her words pierced my heart.

I slapped her hard across the face with all the force I could muster.

Rosalyn went with the push, stumbling back dramatically.

Her head hit the sharp corner of the coffee table with precision.

Blood instantly flowed from her forehead.

"Help! She's killing me!" Rosalyn screamed, and her voice was piercing through the ceiling.

Just then, the apartment door burst open, and Bruce rushed in.

His face was full of urgency.

As soon as he saw Rosalyn lying on the floor, covered in blood, his eyes turned red.

He shouted at me, "Vera, have you lost your mind? How did you become so vicious?"

Rosalyn sobbed uncontrollably in his arms. "Bruce, don't blame her. It's all my fault... Caiden missed you and kept crying at home. I had no choice but to bring him here to see you... She might have had another episode. She wasn't intentional..."

While speaking, she winked at Caiden.

Caiden suddenly charged at me and knocked me to the floor with all his might. "Bad woman, don't bully my mommy."

I fell backward uncontrollably and hit the floor hard.

Immediately, a warm liquid surged from beneath me.

"My belly... It hurts... My baby..." I groaned in agony, and cold sweat beaded on my forehead.

Bruce glanced at me struggling and then at Rosalyn, whose forehead was still bleeding profusely.

He hesitated for a short moment.

He said to me coldly, "Vera, enough. Stop pretending!" "I've done everything I could to accommodate your depression over the years. Why aren't you satisfied? "Rosalyn is bleeding badly. She needs to go to the hospital immediately."

With that, he picked up Rosalyn, who was sobbing, took the hand of the smug-looking boy, and stormed out without a backward glance.

He left me alone on the cold floor, and blood continued to flow beneath me.

My vision blurred, and my consciousness began to fade.

Just as I was about to faint, the door opened again, and a familiar figure appeared against the light. "Vera."