Love Buried Forever

I had the last big fight with Vincent Kingsley.

He left in anger.

I was killed by a gangster who broke into my home, along with my baby who was less than three months old in my belly.

Vincent took his female secretary, who he sponsored, to different places. And they were inseparable.

It was half a month later before he thought of me again.

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Vincent and I stood in the mess. I was like a wild beast out of control, hysterical and determined to fight to the death.

He slightly frowned. The usual quarrel had changed his mood. He tugged at his tie tiredly, stepped over the mess I left behind, and walked towards the study.

I held him back, with red eyes. "Fire Sharon."

Vincent turned his head and looked at me as if he was looking at a madman who was making troubles for no reason. "Clean this up when you calm down. I'm packing now. And I have to catch a plane to Lorfield."

My hands were shaking. And the crazy desire to destroy and harm myself was uncontrollably overwhelmed my reason.

I knew I was sick again.

But the man who once loved me deeply and said he would protect me forever, was unwilling to even look back at me.

I was shattered time and time again in isolation and helplessness, and I patched myself up time and time again through self-comfort.

"Vincent, do you still remember what you said to me when we got married?"

He froze at the door. "Of course I do. I haven't changed. It's you who has changed. Sharon came from the mountains and just wanted to find a peaceful life in the city. She was a simple and motivated girl. It was you who saw her as an enemy and pushed her into the swimming pool. She didn't ask for an apology, but you kept pushing her. Mia, you've changed so much that I can hardly recognize you."

The endless quarrels had made me so ugly that I almost didn't recognize myself anymore.

But I used to like to laugh and have a cheerful personality.

I was exhausted physically and mentally, and no longer had the desire to explain, so I said calmly, "Let's get a divorce and let each other go."

Vincent froze. His calm emotions finally showed some ups and downs. He clenched his fists and said, "I won't get a divorce. Don't even think about it."

When we were young and in love, we agreed that no matter how much we fought in the future, neither of us would file for divorce.

But there was no need for such a marriage that had been completely distorted to exist.

Why didn't Vincent want to give it up?

The door slammed. I slid to the ground, exhausted. My tears dropped to the floor.

We'd been married less than seven years.

I didn't know how long it took, but the sound downstairs was heard again.

The hurried pace made me irresistibly hopeful.

I wiped my face hurriedly, stood up and opened the door. The next moment, I was stunned. Before I could say a word, I was covered with my mouth and dragged into the room.