The Dead Husband Chapter 2

Julian came home a month later, in the early hours of the morning.

Seeing me asleep, he moved lightly, like a thief.

But he didn't know I was a light sleeper. Any noise would wake me.

Suddenly having another person in the bed felt foreign.

I couldn't remember the last time Julian slept in my bed.

The next morning, a jewelry necklace worth 30 million dollars appeared on my nightstand.

I was used to it.

Sure enough, I received a provocative text from Ivy:

"Mrs. Sterling received another 30-million-dollar necklace because of me. Shouldn't you say thank you?"

Every time Julian tried to win Ivy back, he bought luxury goods.

But Ivy never accepted a single one.

In Julian's heart, Ivy was the purest woman who viewed money as dirt.

They had been together for three years.

She never spent a dime of his money.

They went "Dutch." Julian, born with a silver spoon, willingly lived a commoner's life with her.

So in Julian's mind, Ivy's love was the purest. Untainted.

Only I knew Ivy was playing the long game to catch the big fish.

Usually, I treated her like air. I never replied.

But today, I typed: Thank you.

A rational woman never turns down money.

She replied instantly, shocked as if the sun rose from the west.

"Wow, you're alive today? You actually replied."

Her mouth was venomous.

Julian woke up and glanced at my chat with Ivy.

He smiled, his tone full of doting affection for her.

"Ivy has such a sharp tongue. She's interesting."

As he spoke, he patted my head naturally.

"My Serena is generous now. You finally act like a big sister."

Like praising a dog.

Nausea rose in my chest.

I used to turn the city upside down because of his affairs.

I flipped tables in public. I smashed a wine bottle over his head—he went to the ER fifteen times because of me.

The media exposed everything. He lost face countless times.

But he never stopped.

He would only say:

"Look around this circle! Which man doesn't have a few women?"

"I play around, but I'm not leaving you!"

He also said many times:

"No matter how many women I have, you are the boss. You are their big sister."

Until the day my father died, I finally woke up.

I played "blind" and "deaf" for three years!

In exchange for his praise: "My Serena finally acts like a big sister."

For three years, I didn't interfere.

My existence was like air to him.

He didn't even know that our son was two years old.

The day I almost died giving birth, he was with Ivy, selling hot dogs at a street cart.

He said he loved Ivy's independence and grit!

I sneered silently and said nothing.

In my heart, he was already dead.