Where Flames Consume Love

I returned to Frank's villa and started packing my things. After being married to him for seven years, our house was filled with memories of our time together.

Yet, when I made the decision to leave, I realized there were very few things here that belonged to me.

At that moment, I noticed a commotion outside the villa.

Frank was back, and Johanna was with him. They entered the villa while bantering playfully with each other.

When Frank saw me, he casually told me about Johanna. "Johanna said that she studied medicine before and knows a lot about prenatal care, babe. She'll be staying at the villa to take care of you during this time."

I pursed my lips. "I don't need anyone to take care of me."

My child was gone, so why would I need prenatal care?

Frank assumed I was still throwing a tantrum and grabbed my hand with a frown. "Can you please stop making a fuss? It's just a necklace, right? Once the child is born, I can buy you as many as you want."

On cue, Johanna chimed in with a soft, aggrieved tone, "Do you not like me, Mrs. Winston? It's alright. I won't ever appear in front of you two again then…"

When he heard that she was leaving, Frank immediately grew anxious. "Johanna is such a kind-hearted person. Why are you so unreasonable, compared to her?"

He then quickly started trying to cheer Johanna up, completely disregarding the fact that his actual wife was standing right next to him.

I didn't want to deal with them anymore, so I turned to leave.

In the end, Johanna started staying in our villa as a nurse.

When Frank knocked on my bedroom door that night, I deliberately turned off the lights and pretended to be asleep.

Still, he came into the room and murmured in my ear, "Don't be angry anymore, alright, babe? I'll tell Johanna about the necklace and get her to name you as the designer instead. I'll also hold a new banquet next weekend and announce you as my wife then and there."

It just so happened that I would be leaving next weekend, but I didn't respond.

The lights were off, so he didn't notice that my room had been tidied up. He simply stood by my side for a long while before leaving.

Soon afterward, my phone chimed again. Johanna had gone to the trouble of recording a voice message for me.

"Of course. I can give her credit for the necklace, but… you'll have to compensate me well. You know…"

It was quickly followed by quick and labored breathing.

I gritted my teeth and turned off my phone, then pulled the blankets over my head. I wasn't going to listen to those nauseating sounds.