You Were Belong to My Past,Not My Future

“Five days later, you will come to this address to collect my body. Now, send me your card number and I'll transfer the deposit to you.”

After April Randolph had reached an agreement with the person who was handling her funeral affairs, she prepared to go out to the Cemetery Management Center to buy a plot of land for herself.

The doctor said she had at most a month to live.

But she did not want to die miserably in the end and over the past six months, she had suffered enough from advanced cancer and multiple complications, so she wanted to end her life as soon as possible.

The most important thing was her money was only enough to buy a cemetery and hire someone to handle her funeral, which would not last for more than a month.

April changed her shoes and opened the door.

Just as she was about to go out, she suddenly heard an ambiguous moan from the door opposite and the sound of door panels banging.

She paused and looked towards the door.

Less than two meters away, the old door panel continued to vibrate with the impact, mixed with the sound of a man and a woman entangled in it. One could imagine how intense the actions of the people behind were.

She moaned and begged at the same time, “Well. Pierre, be gentle."

“Be good, relax.”

“Pierre, between me and April, who makes you more comfortable?” she asked.

“Little devil, of course it's you. That woman is a dead fish in bed.”

When the familiar voice and words came, April's heart was suddenly filled with bitterness and her eyes turned red.

She knew the person behind that door.

It was the man she loved deeply but could not grow old with, Pierre Archer and his girlfriend, Donna Christian.

In fact, Pierre was her ex-boyfriend.

Six years ago, Pierre and her were childhood sweethearts who grew up together in an orphanage and had been lovers for ten years.

That year, she was working in the hospital and he was just starting his own business.

They had originally agreed to get married at the end of the year.

However, on the day they agreed to get the Marriage Certificate, she suddenly stood up for Pierre.

“I've met a more suitable man. He's handsome and rich. He's much better than following you through hardship and with no future. Let's stop here.”

After saying this, April blocked him and disappeared from his life.

April came to her senses, closed the door and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the door opposite suddenly opened and Pierre, wearing a bathrobe, walked out quickly and pulled her into the house.

“Dr. April, please help me.”

April explained subconsciously, “I'm no longer a doctor."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Donna curled up on the sofa. She was only wearing a suspender nightgown, her body full of traces of lovemaking. She was frowning and covering her abdomen with a painful look on her face.

Donna looked at her, her tone pitiful but her eyes hinted at pride, “Dr. April, maybe Pierre was too strong just now. My stomach hurts a little now."

Pierre pushed her forward and said in a cold tone, “Help Donna quickly, what happened to her?”

April already had a guess, so she could only answer coldly, “It could be a ruptured corpus luteum.”

After all, she could clearly feel how intense the two of them were doing just then from outside the door.

At that moment that there was a problem, Pierre asked her ex-girlfriend to help his current girlfriend.

April was sad in her heart but did not show it on her face. She walked forward and pressed a few places on Donna's body, then asked patiently one by one.

Soon, her face turned ugly and she said calmly, “Miss Christian is fine.”

Donna sat up slowly, looked at her and smiled as she admitted, “Yes, I was pretending.”

April did not want to say anything more, so she stood up and left.

Pierre stared at her with cold eyes and suddenly said, “Dr. April, I have a fracture.”

April paused, hesitated for half a second, but could not help but look at him before asking, “Where is the fracture? What happened?”

Pierre raised a cold smile and pointed his finger somewhere before answering, “Here. As for how it happened, I don’t need to describe it in detail, right?”

April pursed her lips. 

He meant that his penis was broken. But he looked relaxed and it was obvious that he was deceiving her.

He did this only to continue humiliating her.

In fact, she had been humiliated many times during this period of time. It was her own fault for not learning her lesson and falling into the trap of these two people again.

April looked at him quietly for a while and could not help asking, “Mr. Archer, is it fun to always humiliate me like this?”

The man's smile was even colder than before. “Very interesting, just like when you humiliated me back then.”

April was stunned and her face turned slightly pale.