My Husband's Fake Divorce for His Mistress - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I found out that Dorian Johnson had returned to the country the next day. The police had escorted him directly to my home. I looked at Dorian sitting in the living room, unable to fathom what he intended to achieve. My parents offered to go for a walk, giving us a chance to talk privately. I gazed at him steadily.

“Did you come back for something?”

Dorian’s eyes reddened at my question. “Evangeline, how could you be so heartless? You sold the house and left without a word.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “Dorian, wasn’t it you who always wanted the divorce? I was just giving you what you wanted!”

Without thinking, Dorian replied, “I never wanted the divorce! You’re the only one I’ve ever loved!”

Hearing this, I gave a sardonic smile. “Really? Is hurting me your way of expressing love? I don’t need that kind of love.”

Dorian tried to say something but couldn’t find the words to counter with. He finally realized how much he had hurt me. After a long pause, he spoke quietly:

“I only wanted to help Aurelia. I never meant to hurt you. My feelings for her weren’t love, just a lingering obsession from my youth.”

This was the first time Dorian tried to explain his feelings for Aurelia since she appeared. But I no longer cared. I looked at him with indifference. Simply nodding in acknowledgment. Dorian was at a loss for words. I sighed and calmly told him:

“If there’s nothing else, you should leave. It’s warm outside, and my parents might get heatstroke.”

Dorian seemed taken aback by my suggestion to leave. He stared at me blankly. I opened the door, motioning for him to go. Eventually, Dorian gave in, lowering his head as he left. I thought that after today, I wouldn’t see Dorian again. But I didn’t expect him to rent a place near my home. Every day, he would leave food he had cooked himself at my doorstep.

My mom looked at the food containers by the door, unsure of what to do, and asked me. I glanced at them and said calmly: “Just leave them. He’ll come to collect them himself.”

Dorian didn’t seem to mind my indifference at all. He persistently made different dishes for me every day. Later, he even included small desserts. Finally, one day, I couldn’t take it anymore and waited for him at the door. Dorian’s face lit up when he saw me. He handed me the food, cautiously saying:

“Honey, I made pulled pork and broccoli today, and some spiced honey cake I baked myself. Give them a try.”

I took the food from his hands. The joy on Dorian’s face became more apparent. But I carried the container straight to the trash bin. I glanced back at a stunned Dorian before dropping it into the bin. With a loud “thud,” Dorian’s eyes instantly filled with tears. He choked up, asking why I did that. I replied coldly:

“Your actions are disrupting my life.”

Dorian spoke hesitantly: “I just wanted to be nicer to you. I don’t want a divorce…”

I remained unmoved. “Stop wasting your time. There’s no future for us.”

Dorian was in tears. “Why can’t you forgive me? I love you!”

I chuckled lightly, my tone icy. “But I’ve had enough of loving you.”

Dorian stared at me for a long time. Finally, he slowly turned and left. Not long after, the realtor informed me that the house was sold. The buyer didn’t negotiate the price.  When I signed the electronic contract, I saw Dorian’s name. I didn’t ask questions. I just signed the contract and waited for the payment.

Life continued at its steady pace. Though uneventful, it was blissful. A month later, a colleague from abroad called to tell me that my old house had caught fire. I was a bit surprised to hear this. He said it was a child. Finnian’s image appeared in my mind.

After hanging up, I did some checking.

It really was Finnian.

Because Dorian had been distant with him and wouldn’t let him in. Finnian thought Dorian had become mean and decided to teach him a lesson. When Dorian returned home, Finnian started a fire in the yard. The wind was strong that day, and the fire spread quickly.

By the time Dorian finished freshening up, he couldn’t escape. In the end, he perished in the blaze. Because of his young age, Finnian received only a verbal warning.

Aurelia was fined a large sum for the incident. I hadn’t expected that the money would end up in my hands. I donated it all to children in need. Not long after, Aurelia was sued by the authorities for child neglect leading to death.

When I saw the news, I just glanced over it. That was all in my past. My happiness was right in front of me.

“Evangeline! Come down for dinner. Your dad made your favorite ribs.”

“Coming!”

I quickly got up and ran toward my delicious ribs and happiness!