I Died, and My Scumbag Husband Went Mad
Chapter 4
The car drove to a villa that I had never seen before.
Over the years, Eric had invested a lot in real estate and bought villas with money.
But with so many properties, I had no impression of this property.
"Open the door."
He pressed the doorbell, and the door was quickly opened by Lisa.
She helped him in, poured water for him to wash face, and loosened his tie.
"Don't drink so much in the future, okay?" Lisa leaned against him like a docile little cat.
He gently rubbed her belly with his hand, "I know, I'm going to be a dad!"
Lisa grinned, "Only six more months, and you'll be a dad! When are you getting divorced?"
Eric's eyes darkened, "She didn't go to City Hall the other day, and I happened to be busy, so I didn't contact her again."
"She's probably still angry. I'll go talk to her in a few days."
"I don't care. You have to get divorced soon. Whether you give her money or a house, you have to get divorced!"
I looked at the two of them coldly, wanting to rush over and slap them a few times.
But I knew it would be in vain.
After coaxing Lisa to sleep, Eric left.
He lit a cigarette and flipped through his phone with one hand.
The screen was showing the chat records between me and him
The last record was three days ago, when I asked him if he could go back to my hometown with me.
He replied simply, "No, I don't have time to play house with you."
He took a deep breath and choked on the smoke. His bangs covered his eyebrows and eyes, making it hard to see his expression.
He stayed for a while and finally put his phone back in his pocket.
But when I looked up, I saw his eyes slightly red.
Perhaps he felt guilty for speaking to me so coldly.
After all, we had been married for more than ten years, weathering the storms together, and never even thought of breaking up, even in the most difficult times.
Even a stone, after accompanying for decades, one would have some feelings for it.
But if he knew that my death had something to do with him,
What would he think?