Too Late My Ex-Wife’s Regret After My DeathChapter 1
On our wedding anniversary, fate struck hard; I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.
Amid my own fight for life, my wife was focused on caring for her first love's child.
In a moment of desperation, I called her and said I felt like I was dying, asking if she could come.
She cut me off, her voice cold. “Oliver, stop being so dramatic! I’m tutoring Conan. If you’re going to die, just do it quietly and don’t bother me!”
Overwhelmed by despair, I came back home, calm and composed.
Right there and then, I laid eyes on my cherished wife and her first love sitting comfortably on the sofa, seeming like a lovely couple.
The moment they glimpsed me, they were taken aback and quickly turned to the middle-aged woman beside them, saying, “Oh, teacher, don’t get the wrong idea. He’s just the child's uncle, not what you might think.”
She shot me a chilling glance as if to say I should just disappear if I was going to be such a burden.
And, as if by her wish, I did indeed die. But rather than being relieved, she was consumed by madness.
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Through thick and thin, Celeste Morgan stood by me—from our college days to the moment we exchanged vows, becoming my wife.
We promised to stay true to each other, to grow old together, and to always have each other's back.
However, as her first love came into the picture, those promises began to crumble. Her feelings for me gradually faded, and the bond we once cherished seemed to slip away.
My wife, who once meant everything to me, slowly drifted from my thoughts.
When her first love came back from abroad with a child, out of nowhere, Celeste became the child's tutor, with her attention solely focused on them.
From that moment on, she seemed to have forgotten me as her husband, leaving me neglected and adrift.
She frequently stayed late after work, dedicating her evenings to tutoring her first love’s child and returning home around midnight. She was determined to make the child the top student in class.
Her devotion to the child pushed me to the sidelines, making me feel like I had vanished from her life.
The moment Celeste, with her first love and the child, were together, they seemed to become their own family.
Whenever I pressed her for answers, she would respond with a cold dismissal, “Look, Oliver, I'm too tired. Can you not bother me?”