Declared Dead, My Ex-Wife Begged Me to Take Her Back Chapter 2

I realized what she was doing and immediately struggled, but Evelyn, who usually claimed she couldn't even open a jar by herself, somehow found enough strength to shove me outside.

Then she slammed the door in my face.

"Julian needs to stay here and recover for his last month. Go find somewhere else to live."

A month?

I was going to be dead in three days.

If she threw me out now, where was I supposed to go?

I wedged my hand against the doorframe.

"No. I'm not leaving. I paid for this house. I paid for the renovations too. If anyone should leave, it's you two."

Evelyn gave a cold laugh.

"Marcus, don't forget. You agreed to walk away from the divorce with nothing. This house is mine now."

I fell silent.

It was worse than that.

When we'd first bought the place, the deed had been put entirely in Evelyn's name.

She'd insisted on handling the paperwork herself.

Only after everything was finalized did I realize my name hadn't been added.

When I asked her about it, she'd brushed it off.

"We're already married. What difference does it make whose name is on the deed? We're a family."

Back then, I'd trusted her completely.

I'd never imagined we'd end up like this, so I hadn't made an issue of it.

Now, there was no point arguing.

The Evelyn standing in front of me was no longer the woman who once only had eyes for me.

My voice softened.

"Fine. But I can't leave right now. At least let me stay for three more days."

Evelyn sneered.

"Marcus, don't act like I don't know what you're trying to do. You already deliberately liked Julian's post and upset him so badly he ended up back in surgery."

"If I let you stay another three days, what then? You keep provoking him until he dies?"

Her words left me speechless.

I was about to respond when she slammed the door shut.

My fingers got caught in the frame.

Pain shot through my hand, and I instinctively jerked it back.

Three minutes later, the door opened again.

For one foolish second, hope stirred in my chest.

Then Evelyn appeared with a dark expression and threw my bedding and suitcase into the hallway.

"Marcus, take some time and calm down."

With that, she slammed the door so hard the walls seemed to shake.

I stared at the closed door and let out a bitter laugh.

Then I crouched down and started gathering the clothes scattered across the floor.

Was I angry?

Of course I was.

But there was nothing I could do.

All my assets were in Evelyn's hands.

Even my salary went into an account she controlled.

And in a way, my life had always been in her hands too.

Years ago, Evelyn had fallen seriously ill.

Julian, who had been her boyfriend at the time, disappeared overseas without a word when she needed him most.

When I found out, I bound myself to a mission system in order to save her.

The condition was simple.

If Evelyn ever legally married another man, my mission would fail.

She would survive.

I would die.

And there was no such thing as completing the mission early.

I had to keep completing the mission for the rest of Evelyn's life.

Only when she died of old age would the mission finally end.

I'd believed that because I'd appeared when she needed someone most, because we'd survived the worst years together, she would stay with me until the end.

And in the beginning, she really had loved me.

She worried about me.

Whenever I got sick, she'd stay awake all night taking care of me.

She cooked healthy meals for me.

Once, she even sold her favorite designer handbag just to afford an expensive gift she wanted to give me.

We'd been married for eight years.

Everyone said we were the perfect couple.

Then Julian came back a month ago.

And everything changed.

Evelyn claimed she hated him.

But the moment she heard he'd returned, she became distracted and restless.

On the day of our class reunion, she found out Julian would be there.

For the first time ever, the woman who had never once forgotten my birthday didn't send me a single message all day.