After My Accidental Death, My Ex-husband Regretted it

At a banquet held during Adeline's birthday, Oliver's grandma and Oliver and I almost had no arguments, concealing everything from them.

However, I knew that during this time that Maeve was back, the problem between us would only get bigger each time.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, sis," said Maeve soon after meeting her around the banquet.

"Hearing you call me sister makes me feel sick," I mumbled sarcastically.

I had no idea why Oliver couldn't forget Maeve.

When he chose Maeve, it made me feel like he had bad taste.

I looked around and then turned to face her again. I was aware of the reason she was present. Aside from attending the banquet, just by staring at her, I knew she was ready to embarrass me.

And I wasn't wrong. What I anticipated happened and the red wine accidentally spilled on me. She used her clumsy technique to embarrass me, even in the past year.

Maeve did not realize that Oliver cared deeply about his image. Otherwise, after all these years of marriage, why did everyone only see us as a perfect couple in Rivera City without knowing how much he disliked me?

Despite that, I kept smiling and didn't dig further into the drama she started.

I turned to see Oliver's reaction on the side.

"You've seen it. Since Maeve wants to cause trouble here, let's ask her out. What do you think, Oliver?"

I could sense Oliver's grip on my wrist tightening, yet I was forced to smile widely, even if it was fake.

For a moment, Oliver said, "Maeve, you apologize."

When Oliver mentioned that to Maeve, she was disheartened and tears escaped her eyes. She only left after Oliver apologized again.

After the crowd dispersed, Oliver suppressed his anger and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"Am I satisfied? Maybe," I mumbled and I was sure that I was.

I stared at my red, painful wrist that I couldn't even lift. My heart was not just sad but weary.

After the party ended and I was leaving, I suddenly felt unwell again.

The pain was intense, making me sweat on my forehead and I couldn't stand up straight. I had to lean against the wall outside just to stay on my feet.

With Oliver beside me, I said, "Oliver, can you take me to the hospital?"

Oliver sighed and said, "Your act of pretending to be sick is familiar, but Vera, whom you expelled, caused Maeve to have a fever now. I don't have time to care for you."

"Oliver, I'm your wife!" I reminded him firmly, fearing he might forget. Perhaps he never treated me as one.

At that moment, all my sadness overflowed and I wondered why he had never shown me any kindness after all these years.

He interrupted with a sneer as I tried to speak, shattering the last of my dignity with his words.

"I once mentioned this since we started talking about this before. You told me you can handle this," Oliver discussed. "If you cannot, then please endure it. Vera, you know this is your own choice, not mine."

As soon as Oliver said that, he turned and started walking away without trying to look back.

At that moment, I was left alone. It was too late for me to react as I had already collapsed from all the pain I had.

When I was sent here to the hospital, however, the doctor wanted me to make a decision as soon as possible.

If only I were to ask, I wouldn't want to have surgery. I was terrified of all the pain I had to endure during the process.

But I knew there was a reason behind everything.

Maybe no one wanted me to live and no one cared that I was alive.

That night, I drank a lot of alcohol and instinctively dialed Oliver's phone.

Suddenly, the door opened and I didn't expect Oliver to come home. After all, between me and Maeve, he never chose me. Even if I am dying, I wouldn't have the chance to be chosen.

So in that moment, with red eyes, I revealed the secret hidden in my heart.

"I'm sick, Oliver," I admitted the truth.

Instead of sympathizing with me, he smirked and looked at me with mockery.

"Do I look like a doctor to you? If you're sick, go find a doctor. Why bother?" He sarcastically mentioned.

"Oliver, can't you just care about me?" I wondered.

"Want to care about warmth? You can go find someone else," he replied.

Upon hearing his cold way of responding to me, I moved my gaze up into his eyes. And instead of crying, I laughed my ass out loud.

"Oliver, I don't owe you anything," I said.

Whether in the past or now, I have never owed him anything.

"Vera, remember, you owe me a lifetime! If it weren't for you, I would have been with Maeve three years ago!" He made it clear and still blamed me for everything.

I suddenly felt exhausted, too tired to keep arguing with him. I unknowingly drifted off to sleep on the sofa.

In my dream, I didn't rest well.

Later, I discovered that Oliver had returned home that night because he had argued with Maeve, not because he was concerned about me.