My Husband Begged to Leave Me for His Dead Ex on My Deathbed Chapter 03

My Husband Begged to Leave Me for His Dead Ex on My Deathbed Chapter 03

When I got back with my visa processed, workers were hauling things out of the villa.

A red string lay trampled on the floor.

They threw my belongings onto a truck one after another.

Jason met me at the door.

“Stella, I’m having your stuff sent back. If you stay, Nina will get jealous.”

“Besides, it’s awkward having you here.”

Ten years ago, he’d begged me never to leave.

“Stella, once you move in, you can’t go. You have to stay with me forever.”

He was right. No one could live on memories forever.

I smiled. “No need.”

He frowned, thinking I’d fight him on it.

After all, I’d lived here for years. He understood—it was hard to let go.

But Nina was moving in. Keeping my things would only cause trouble.

He opened his mouth to argue.

I cut him off.

“I mean, just throw it all out.”

He blinked, staring at the pile.

Throw it out? That seemed extreme.

They could still be friends. Nina had no one else.

Stella could teach her some social graces. Help her not embarrass herself at the engagement.

I read his face.

“I’ll teach her,” I said.

Jason nodded, satisfied. As he turned to go upstairs, his foot nearly stepped on the dirty red string at the stair corner.

“What’s that?” he asked.

I had learned to lie without blinking.

“Old craft project.”

He didn’t like it. Just looking at it made his head hurt.

“Throw it away, Mrs. Evans. Nina walks barefoot. I don’t want her stepping on it.”

Two years ago, he’d held that same string, eyes red.

“Is this only for me? Or does everyone get one?”

And I had promised him, word by word.

“It’s only for you. Forever.”

He never knew there was a tracker inside.

If one of us went missing, the other could find them.

That red string was how I’d found him after the accident.

Those sweet memories now cut me like blades, carving my heart to pieces.

I pressed my nails into my palms and tilted my head back to hold in the tears.

“Yeah. Throw it out.”

Mrs. Evans muttered as she shuffled away.

“He’ll regret this when his memory comes back.”

A young maid sighed. “Maybe.”

Seven days to the engagement.

I taught Nina how to serve at the ceremony.

“First course, bow fifteen degrees. Second course, thirty degrees—”

“All this memorization? You’re just trying to make it hard for me.”

She hated it. Complained about every rule.

I stayed patient.

“Only for the ceremony. Not every day.”

Jason wasn’t around. She stopped pretending.

“Hey. You were his fiancée, weren’t you?”

I opened my mouth to deny it.

She waved me off.

“The servants told me. Why are you planning his engagement? What’s your angle?”

I smiled bitterly.

“Childhood joke.”

“So you really don’t want him anymore?”

She searched my face for cracks.

She found none.

“No. He wants you now.”

“Besides, I’m leaving soon.”

“Leaving? Where?”

A doctor overseas—my father’s old friend. A flight in a week.

I showed her the cancer diagnosis.