The Dead Husband Chapter 1

My husband's little mistress broke up with him again.

He drank until he perforated his stomach and ended up in the hospital.

Half-dead, he mumbled, "Only she dares to treat me like this."

Then he grabbed my hand and asked, "Serena, you're a woman too. Tell me, how do I win her back this time?"

True. He had cheated so many times, but only this Ivy girl made him lose his mind.

My phone vibrated. A text from Ivy.

"Mrs. Sterling! Control your husband!"

"As a woman, do you have no dignity? Tell him to stop harassing me!"

I smiled mockingly and gave no response, as usual.

On the fifth day of his hospitalization, Julian blew up my phone, questioning me angrily:

"I'm in the hospital! Why haven't you visited me?"

"Do you even care about your husband anymore?"

I said calmly, "I'm afraid if I go, you'll fall in love with me again."

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A scoff came from the other end. He seemed surprised by my sudden humor.

I hung up.

A notification popped up on my phone.

The three-year "merger clause" in our prenuptial agreement had expired.

According to the contract between the Vance and Sterling families, I could finally file for divorce.

Just as I finished instructing my lawyer, I saw Ivy's post on Instagram.

A photo of Julian in a hospital gown, IV drip in arm, kneeling on one knee to massage her calf.

She sat on the hospital bed, smiling blissfully.

Caption: Finally understood what they mean by 'Rich men are the biggest simps.'

The man in high places was just a dog I couldn't chase away no matter how hard I tried.

I scrolled past it without a ripple of emotion.

My lawyer was surprised by my calm demeanor.

"Clients as composed as you are rare, Mrs. Sterling."

I smiled faintly.

She didn't know that I used to scream, fight, suffer from depression, and attempt suicide because of Julian's affairs.

The Serena standing here today was resurrected from a dead heart.