Leaving My Husband Who Arranged My Body for His Dead Sweetheart

In the third year of my marriage to Stanley Allen, his childhood sweetheart passed away from illness. He cried until his eyes were red, went overseas and handled his childhood sweetheart’s funeral.

Everyone was laughing at me. They reckoned that when he came back, he would definitely divorce me. After all, if I hadn’t married Stanley, his childhood sweetheart would have surely returned to his side.

But after he came back, his actions were completely different.  Not only did he not ask for a divorce from me, but he loved me even more.

Many people said Stanley was a rake who turned over a new leaf and from now on, he would definitely love me for a lifetime.

It was just … after I stared at the cross pendant around Stanley's neck, I determined to divorce him.

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“Selene Thompson, what exactly do you want to do?” he roared. "Just because I went to handle Xenia Dickson’s funeral, you make a fuss like this?”

Stanley looked at me, his face full of anger and said, “She is already dead, yet you still refuse to let go? What's the use arguing about a dead person?”

I stared at Stanley and said, “I am not losing my mind. I really want to divorce you!” My eyes never left him as I said that.

And my words made his expression turn extremely ugly. At that moment, I could even feel the suppressed anger in Stanley, but my gaze still stayed fixed on the cross pendant around his neck.

Stanley didn’t know that ever since I was young, I had a special ability, I could see the spirits of the dead.

And right now, as I was staring at that cross pendant with Xenia's photo on it, she stood behind him and smiled at me.

Her smile was especially chilling and even her eyes seemed as if they wanted to swallow me whole.

At that moment, I couldn’t help but shiver.

“Selene, I know, it’s my fault. But Xenia passed away overseas; she had no family, so I had to help handle her funeral!”

Looking at me, Stanley suddenly changed his tone and pleaded, “Please stop making trouble, okay?”

“I promise you, from now on, I’ll listen to everything you say! As long as we don’t divorce, whatever you say goes!”

"From this moment on, the two of us will live a good life together as husband and wife!” Stanley's gaze at me was full of pleading.

But all I could feel was extreme coldness and I didn’t even dare to get close to Stanley at that moment.

I pushed him away and said, “Stanley, I know the one you love is Xenia, not me!”

When I said that, I watched as Stanley’s expression turned completely dark. At the same time, Xenia, behind him, also gave me the same icy stare.

“Selene, no matter what, I will not divorce you!”

He looked at me and said coldly, “I know you are throwing a tantrum. Don’t worry, I will forgive your temper and treat you as well as I did before."

I didn’t speak, only stared at the cross pendant on his neck.

At the same time, I understood that if I kept entangling with Stanley, perhaps next time, I would die.

Thinking of this, I smiled faintly and said, “Stanley, sorry, I was impulsive!”

Seeing me give in, Stanley instantly showed a gentle smile and said softly to me, “Don’t worry! Selene, I won’t blame you!”

“I know that because I went to handle Xenia’s funeral, you were unhappy!”