Me, My Husband and His Ex-girlfriend

The house caught fire, which made my sister Eva Loren seriously injured. For some reason, there was a shortage of ambulances, so taxis could not enter the community. I couldn't, so I called my husband Jonathan Collins for help.

He hung up the phone repeatedly, and finally, he turned off his phone. I could only call the neighbors for help insanely.

Finally, a kind-hearted person took Eva and me to the hospital, but Eva had already missed the best time for rescue and died in the hospital.

I knelt at the door of the morgue and cried desperately. The screen in the hospital corridor was broadcasting the news.

"Mr. Collins of the Collins Group spent a fortune on his lover. His lover cut her hand, so Mr. Collins dispatched ambulances from all over the city to rescue her."

I looked at the screen coldly and decided decisively to leave the culprit who killed Eva.

[Jonathan, let's get a divorce.]

At noon, I finished praying for Eva in the mourning hall of the funeral home, and when I got up, I sent a message to Jonathan.

The next second, the phone rang. Jonathan said in a reproachful tone, "You knew Alice was injured and I was too busy. I just didn't answer your call, but you've been in a cold war with me for six days. Aren't you satisfied?"

I disappeared for six days, but he never looked for me. Now I told him I wanted a divorce, but he didn't even ask for the reasons and just assumed I was jealous.

Maybe it was because I had been so humble over the years that he was sure that I would not dare to file for divorce.

I had loved Jonathan for six years. He was like my sun, and I only revolved around him. After marrying him, I gave up my beloved career and devoted myself to being a good wife and mother.

Alice was Jonathan's neighbor and had grown up with him. And Jonathan loved her since their childhood.

Alice only had a scratch on her finger that day. It would have healed even if she hadn't gone to the hospital, but she was taking up all the medical resources in the city.

In addition to Eva, several other people died because their families could not call an ambulance in time.

No one could imagine that so many lives were lost just because a woman was trying to win a man's heart.

I hung up the phone impatiently. I had already decided to leave him, so why should I waste any more energy to talk to him?

I put away my phone and looked at Eva in the freezer. After putting on makeup, she looked like she was asleep. I really hoped that she was just asleep.

After all, our life was not a novel, and there was no rebirth. Eva's body was cremated after the farewell ceremony was held.

My parents died early, so me and Eva relied on each other. Although she was one year younger than me, she had always been more tolerant of me.

She had a high salary, but she had lived in the old house frugally to support me, always worried that I would suffer in a wealthy family like the Collins family.

If she had bought a high-end apartment, she wouldn't have encountered problems like aging wires, and she wouldn't have been trapped by the fire for two hours.

It was already lunchtime, so I put my thoughts aside and was about to buy lunch.

Unexpectedly, I saw a familiar Maybach driving into the yard of the funeral home. Before I could react, Jonathan and Alice had already gotten out of the car and met me.

There was nearly no possibility for them to meet here, so Jonathan subconsciously thought that I was following him.

He looked cold immediately and said, "Susy, why are you here? You are going too far! How could you even follow me?"