Wrong RideRight Lover

“Mrs. Xiao, you are now in the advanced stages of stomach cancer...” Wendy Gu paused, her face turning pale as she whispered, “So, it’s already at that stage.”

Emerging from the hospital, Wendy applied makeup to her face. The doctor had been quite clear—she had no more than two months left.

“Howard, I want you to come home tonight.”

The text message was phrased as a command; otherwise, she didn’t know how to bring the man back from his place of comfort.

It was a bitter irony that only by doing so could she call back her own husband.

...

When Howard Xiao returned, the dinner table was laden with a sumptuous meal, and the woman by the table wore a faint smile, her eyes filled with anticipation.

“Say what you need to say, Yunyun can’t be left alone.”

Yvonne Liu, the woman Howard held close to his heart.

The smile on Wendys face collapsed under the mans heartless words.

Wendy put on a tough face: “You have to stay tonight, or else, Yvonne Liu will leave Maple City tomorrow.”

Howard suddenly stood up, fiercely gripping her chin. “Are the women of the Gu family so lowly?” His eyes were filled with disgust.

Wendy’s heart trembled, and she spoke with a sense of grievance, “Howard, I just want you to stay with me.”

Howard suddenly laughed, but it was a cruel smile.

“Wendy Gu, from the moment you used the Gu family’s power to separate Yunyun and me, forcing me to marry you, you should have known about my loathing for you!”

Loathing?

Yes, he had always only felt loathing for her.

Wendy was taken aback, then gave a bitter smile. The sourness in her heart seemed endless, corroding her heart, dull yet persistent.

“It doesn’t matter if you loathe me, as long as I love you.” She looked straight at the man, her eyes filled with stubbornness.

“Don’t mention love to me; it makes me sick.”

The cold words seemed to come from an ice cellar.

Look at this man; he always had a knack for hurting her, as if she didn’t feel pain.

But her heart was made of flesh and blood; how could it not hurt...

“Is that so, then why don’t you feel sick when you touch me?”

Wendy’s tears hung in her eyes, her face filled with melancholy as her hand slowly caressed his Adam’s apple, her tone intimate, silently seductive.

Howard sneered, swept the dishes off the table onto the floor, and pushed her down, thrusting into her without hesitation, rough and forceful.

The pain lasted, yet she endured it, him.

Stimulated by the intense pain, Wendy’s tears flowed, but she still looked at the man in front of her, cherishing each glance, knowing that seeing him was becoming a rarity.

“Howard, I love you.”

She whispered softly, her words brushing past Howard’s ear like a feather, her eyes filled with deep attachment that couldn’t be diluted.

Howard paused, then withdrew coldly.

“Tonight, is Miss Gu satisfied?”

However, he didn’t give Wendy a chance to respond; he got up and went into the bathroom, leaving without even a glance at her.

Wendy smiled weakly, looking at her once vibrant face in the mirror, which was beginning to show signs of decay.

She watched the girl cry and consoled herself, “It’s okay, I’m not greedy; having these three years is enough.”

Wendy slowly squatted down and hugged herself.

Howard, I’m really not sad, but can you give me just a little warmth, not much, just a little, so that I don’t have to suffer so much in the days to come.

Do you know, the days I have left to look at you are few...

After Howard left, he didn’t return all night, and Wendy stood on the balcony, watching the sky gradually lighten.

Her eyes were sore, but not as much as her heart.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and when she opened the door, there was no one there, only a package left behind.

She opened the package, and its contents left her shocked...