Two Years After Divorce, She Knocked on My Door

Without another word, Yvonne drove straight to the hospital to look for Ava. She kicked open the consultation room door.

"Where have you hidden Devin?" Yvonne roared with a furious expression.

Ava remained unmoved by her anger and simply continued to organize patient records on her computer with her head down.

Seeing this, Yvonne charged forward and grabbed Ava by the collar. "Say something, you shameless thing!"

Ava stood up abruptly and slapped her hard across the face.

"Shameless? Yvonne, can you have some propriety when you speak?"

Yvonne fell to the ground, disheveled from the slap. She glared viciously at Ava.

Ava's expression was as cold as ice, as if she were seemingly lost in painful memories.

"Devin is dead. Please show some basic respect for the husband you once loved deeply."

Yvonne simply didn't believe I was dead. In her view, everything I did was to evade the responsibility of donating bone marrow to our daughter. It was just a selfish act.

"How could Devin be dead? For your sake, he heartlessly aborted our child and then pinned the blame on Louis! It's utterly absurd!

"If my eldest daughter weren't critically ill, why would I be here begging him? I'd rather die than have anything to do with him again!"

Ava stared angrily at Yvonne. Her voice trembled as she said, "Yvonne, there was nothing between us. And Devin died two years ago! Someone tried to call you then, but you didn't answer any of the calls!

"He had no parents and was an orphan. The call eventually came to me, and I was the one who handled his funeral arrangements!

"Did you know? He was caught in a landslide, buried under the earth and rocks. By the time people found him, it was too late. The scene was horrific… His body had been mauled by wild animals from the mountains. That image is something I still can't forget!"

Yvonne became even more dismissive, sneering. "I didn't expect you to learn how to lie too. You've truly learned well from him. If he had to die, he should have waited until after donating bone marrow to our daughter! I hate him so much that I wish he were torn to pieces!"

"You're unbelievable!"

Ava was shaking with anger as she walked toward Yvonne with her phone out. She tapped her fingers incessantly on the screen.

"You don't believe me, right? Fine, I'll show you the evidence!"

Finally, she found a video from two years ago and thrust the phone screen before Yvonne. "Take a good look! Can't you even recognize the man you were married to for seven years?"

Yvonne's face turned ashen as she snatched the phone and looked down at the video.

The footage was gruesome. The person was buried in the earth and rocks of the landslide, with the surroundings in disarray. Their flesh had been torn by wild animals, and their entrails scattered. Half their face was bitten off, revealing a horrifying, bloody cavity.

Yvonne's fingers trembled violently, because the remaining half of the face was that of the husband she had loved for seven years and hated for two—the face she had once loved most.