The Wife He Forgot to Save Chapter 2

"Why are you crying?"

The man’s handsome, sharp features came into view. I remembered the feeling of tracing his brow bone every night, the intimacy we once shared. But now, back from the dead and looking him in the eye, I was speechless. I really was reborn.

I sniffled and walked down the steps in silence. Winter in Harbor City was brutal. The cold made my heart shiver with grief.

Out of habit, Grant took off his heavy military coat and draped it over my shoulders. "Don't catch a cold."

The warmth hit me, mixed with the faint scent of gardenias. I knew that smell—it was the soap Bella used.

I remembered my past life. When I questioned him about the scent, Grant’s gentle aura turned icy. He looked at me with suppressed rage. "Zoe, I locked you up for three days. Haven't you cooled off yet? Can you please stop making a scene?"

Back then, I was full of grievances. I struggled, isolated and helpless, while he turned a blind eye to Bella’s provocations. I became a joke to everyone.

Grant, in this life, go ahead and love your "one that got away" in broad daylight. I’m done playing.

Holding back the tears threatening to spill, I stiffly removed the coat. I didn't say a word about the scent. "Wear it yourself. I'm not cold."

Grant paused, stunned. It took him a long moment to recover.