Eight Years Buried Our Love

At the wedding, my husband left me in front of everyone to go to his drunk lover.

In front of all the guests, my desperate pleas only got one response from him.

"Abigail, don't be unreasonable. Ellie is just a young girl. It's dangerous for her to be out alone. What are you worried about? She doesn't threaten your position."

Grandma was so angry that she had a heart attack. She died before she could be taken to the hospital. Her eyes were wide open in death.

My wedding turned directly into Grandma's funeral.

On the third day after handling Grandma's funeral, Levi finally came home with a faint scent. I calmly handed him a divorce agreement.

When Grandma's body was being cremated, I still called Levi, unwilling to give up. This time he finally answered.

But before I could speak, he scolded me harshly, "Why do you so rush? Is someone dead or what? I'll come back after I take care of Ellie."

He hung up right after saying that.

When I called again, my number had already been blocked by him.

There is no greater despair than a dead heart. At that moment, my eight-year relationship with Levi ended completely.

The day after Grandma died, also the second day of our marriage, I calmly printed a divorce agreement and waited at home for him.

I didn't expect to wait for three days.

Levi came back three days later, holding a cake box.

The first thing he said when he saw me was, "Abigail, what's with the expression? We'll just have another wedding. It's not like someone died."

Someone died?

I sneered coldly. "Yes, to you, anything about Ellie is a big deal. Other people, even if they die, come after her."

Hearing my sarcasm, he looked very unhappy.

He threw the cake box onto the table, coldly saying, "Ellie even remembered you and asked me to bring you a cake. I don't think you deserve it.

"Where's Grandma? She should see how spoiled you are. You're not half as sensible as Ellie."

I held back the urge to slap him.

Before, Levi loved my spoiled nature the most. He said it was the only way he could feel my constant love for him.

Now, my personality had become a weapon he used to hurt me.

I suppressed my anger and threw the already printed divorce agreement at him.

"Let's divorce. And don't mention Grandma in front of me. You're not worthy.

"From now on, you and Ellie can do whatever you want. It's none of my business."

Levi's suppressed anger was completely ignited by me. He picked up the agreement from the floor and threw it at my face.

The sharp edge of the paper left several cuts on my face.

"There's nothing dirty between Ellie and me, like you said. Don't slander us. Ellie has a good nature and doesn't care about these things. But that doesn't mean I'll let you talk nonsense.

"We can just have another wedding. If something had happened to Ellie then, could you have taken responsibility? I really don't get what you're thinking. You must be crazy to want a divorce."

Levi's handsome face was filled with anger as he pointed at my nose and questioned me loudly.

I touched the cuts on my face. They were just a few small scratches, but they stabbed my heart with pain.

I looked at him coldly. "Ellie again. Anyone who didn't know would think she's your wife. For her, you left your friends and family, ignored my dignity, and even Grandma..."

Before I could finish, Levi interrupted me in shame and anger.

"Abigail, you're becoming more and more unreasonable. Do you want to use Grandma to threaten me again? How many times do I have to say it? Ellie doesn't threaten your position at all."

As he spoke, he flipped the cake box onto the floor. The sticky, disgusting cream instantly covered my calves.

"The cake Ellie picked for you, you don't deserve to eat. Go get Grandma. There are some things I need to tell her myself. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because of her gratitude."

His cold words stabbed into my heart with every sentence.

I couldn't hold it anymore and slapped him.

Seeing his frosty face, I finally realized he was no longer the boy who loved Abigail deeply.

Now, he only cared about everything related to Ellie.

He didn't care about me, his legitimate wife, or Grandma, his savior.

Thinking of Grandma's eyes that never closed in death, I suddenly laughed.

Laughed at myself, in self-mockery.

Laughed at Levi, in sarcasm.

I took out tissues and slowly wiped the cream off my calves.

The sticky, greasy feeling of the cheap cream made my stomach churn. I couldn't help but vomit on the floor.

Levi had become so careless that he even forgot about my cream allergy and that I never touched cream.

He used to never buy desserts for me outside but always made them himself.

Now, in his heart, I wasn't even worth the cheap cake Ellie bought.

Thinking of this, I raised my pale face from vomiting and glared at Levi with bloodshot eyes, saying, "Sign the papers! No one will use gratitude to threaten you anymore. As for Grandma, I'd find it filthy for someone like you to appear before her."

I believed Grandma wouldn't want to see him either.

This time, if it wasn't to see my wedding in person, Grandma wouldn't have come from the village.

I never thought she'd come here and never go back.

Hearing this, Levi's face turned completely dark. He grabbed his gold-rimmed glasses and smashed them at my feet.

"Abigail, are you done? So what if the wedding didn't happen? Do you have to be so petty? It's such a trivial matter. Do you have to divorce over it?

"I'm warning you. If you divorce me, don't expect a penny. Think it over before you come back to me."

After venting at me, Levi turned and went into the study, slamming the door loudly.

I had been with Levi for eight years, with countless arguments. Because I loved him, I always used to be the one to back down.

He thought I would be like before, apologizing soon and telling him I spoke out of jealousy.

But this time, I didn't want to wrong myself anymore.

I went back to my room and packed a few clothes. I took Grandma's ashes in my arms and left this place that no longer belonged to me.