When I Didn't Love Her, She Loved Me the Most

Vivian ran away in anger.

Before leaving, she threatened me not to regret it.

I didn't respond and remained indifferent no matter what she said.

In the past few years, I had always played the role of a good husband, so she had never cared about me.

I didn't know if she would feel sad for me when she heard the news that I died on the anniversary day in my previous life.

Maybe after I died, she could be together with Chris openly.

After all, that was her lifelong wish.

In this life, I would fulfill her wish.

Within two minutes, Vivian sent me a message.

[Chris and I have broken up a long time ago. He is now alone and in great pain. I have to take care of him. Besides, you promised before, and you broke your promise.]

I turned off my phone and didn't even reply to her.

Chris was in pain, and what about me?

Over the past five years, I had watched my wife love another man and leave me behind at every important moment.

Was I not in pain?

Every time my relatives and friends asked me about my relationship with Vivian, I could only smile and make excuses for her. Was I not in pain?

I was completely disappointed.

Thinking of everything in the past, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I picked up my coat and went home.