Pete rushed into the kitchen.
“Pete, it’s my fault. I just wanted to help Angel, but she…
Pete slapped me across the face. “If you didn’t want to cook, just say so. Can’t you behave during New Year’s?”
Am I the one misbehaving?
Pete glanced at the cheese and angrily dumped all the food into the garbage, “Disgusting! I won’t even ask for an apology – your punishment is to cook again! Should be easy enough for you!”
Two hours of my effort, ruined just like that.
He couldn’t even see my blood–stained hand.
Mary squeezed out a few drops of blood, crying delicately, “Pete, it hurts so much…”
Pete lifted Mary by the waist, anxiously asking me, “Where’s the first aid kit? Get it and help bandage Mary’s wound
Mary clung intimately to Pete’s neck, her face flushed, her slightly swollen red lips deliberately pouting as if ensuring I wouldn’t miss them, “Pete, Angel just had a miscarriage – let her rest. My little injury isn’t serious!”
“That won’t do! Angel, why are you just standing there? Can’t you see Mary trembling in pain?”
As Mary shivered, her loose collar revealed a maze of love marks, flaunting what they’d done right under my nose.
Pete truly treasured Mary like his precious darling.
He no longer bothered hiding his love for her in front of me.
A scratch that didn’t even need a bandaid became their dramatic performance – as if she’d die if I didn’t treat it immediately.
I retrieved the first aid kit and handed it to Pete. He suddenly noticed my wound, “You’re hurt?”
When I remained silent, he withdrew his fleeting concern, “Treat it quickly – Mary faints at the sight of blood.”
As I wrapped my wound with gauze, memories flooded my mind.
Not long ago, he had cherished me like a precious jewel.
The old Pete couldn’t bear to see me hurt – he’d rush me to the hospital for even the smallest cut.
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He’d throw away any knife that had ever injured me, unable to tolerate anything that could harm me in our home.
Once Mary returned, all that love and care shifted to her.
Love and indifference the contrast was stark.
Seeing me lost in thought, Pete frowned, “If you’re not helping, stop standing here in the way. Go cook.”
“I already cooked.”
Leaving those words hanging, I went to the study to prepare divorce papers.
A musky scent assaulted my nose I had to open the windows to avoid retching.
After signing the divorce agreement, I turned to look for our marriage certificate but couldn’t find it anywhere.
Seeing me searching, Pete shouted impatiently, “Angela, must you deliberately wander around the house being annoying?”
I realized I’d interrupted their intimate moment.
His outburst triggered a vague memory – our wedding had been just a simple meal with a few friends.
Checking the marriage registration records, we’d missed every appointment for various reasons.
I remembered his mother hiding the household register and ID cards.
She’d told me to have the baby first, then get the certificate.
Pete had sworn his love didn’t need that piece of paper.
Those vows still echoed, but the man who made them was gone, along with his love.
Fortunately, the soul collector was drawn to my genuine love for Mary, offering me seven days back in the mortal world in exchange.
If I could find someone who truly loved me during these seven days, I could truly revive.
I agreed to the exchange simply because I couldn’t accept dying like this.
I couldn’t bear thinking how devastated my parents would be when they learned of my death…
Even if I couldn’t revive, I wanted to spend a few more days with them.
For Pete, I’d defied my parents to follow him without any official status.
They didn’t even know I was pregnant when I was about to give birth.
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I’d thought once the baby was born, Pete’s family would accept me, and my parents would bless our marriage.
Never did I imagine my reckless pursuit of love would be like a moth flying into flames.
The soul collector took away my love Pete became a stranger to me.
Memories of him randomly disappeared with each passing moment.
Without a marriage certificate, ending this relationship would be simple.
I booked the next available flight and called my parents.
“Wait for me to return for the ancestral worship.”
Pete entered and immediately scowled, “Ancestral worship? Angela, how dare you think of entering my family
ancestral hall?”
