After causing my abortion, my husband begged for forgiveness

chapter 1

It's been over half a month since Jason and Leila's accident. I couldn't let their bodies go unattended.

But Everett still wouldn't answer his phone or come home. I had to handle all the arrangements alone and organize the cremation.

Just the day before the accident, they were still hoping for a grandchild. Now they lay in cold coffins.

I don't understand how life and death could be separated in a single night. Even less do I understand what could make Everett completely cut off contact for half a month, ignoring his parents' life and death.

I heard rustling soundshe was home.

I looked up, only to see Grace walking in, along with that Grace Lewis who had been sickly since childhood and whom Everett treasured like a precious gem.

She was wearing my silk nightgown, the neckline slightly open, revealing several intimate red marks on her neck.

The sight stung my eyes and made my stomach churn.

"Everett and I have been waiting for you, Gabriela. Were you out having fun? I ordered takeoutwant to eat together?" she asked sweetly.

Everett stood by the dining table, not even glancing in my direction.

Thinking about how Jason and Leila were still unburied while Everett brought Grace back to our marital home, letting her wear my clothes and sleep in my bed

I felt sick and turned to rush to the bathroom. But Grace blocked my path.

She said, "Gabriela, don't fight with Everett. He's been so busy with work and has no time to spend with anyone. I saw how exhausted he was, so I took him away to relax. After all, unlike you, not everyone can skip work and go shopping for luxury goods every day, right?"

She stood too close, her heavy perfume overwhelming me. I suddenly bent over and dry-heaved, even bringing up some acid. Grace screamed and stepped back, but still got splashed a little.

"Do you have to be so disgusting?" These were the first words he'd spoken to me in half a month.

He didn't explain why Grace was wearing my nightgown, didn't ask where I'd been all this time, and didn't care whether I was sick or holding up.

Once, if I so much as frowned slightly, he would anxiously ask if I was feeling unwell.

I'd forgotten when exactly he started changing, but it seemed like it had been a long time.

I straightened up and met his indifferent gaze coldly. Even though I was prepared, my heart still ached sharply.

I said, "I'm the one being disgusting? Everett, you're the one who's truly revolting."

"Can you stop being so unreasonable? I came home, didn't I?" he interrupted irritably.

Grace immediately chimed in, "Gabriela, Everett only went on that trip with me because I was heartbroken. Don't blame him."

Everett said coldly, "You have nothing to apologize for. She's the one looking for trouble."

Watching him protect her without hesitation, I suddenly found everything utterly absurd.

I silently walked to the corner, picked up those two heavy urns, and walked up to him: "These are your parents' ashes. You take care of them. Also, let's get divorced."

He laughed coldly, "You just grab two random boxes and claim they're my parents' ashes? Gabriela, have you lost your mind? And you want to divorce me?"

He casually tossed the urns aside and mocked, "You won't sleep with me, so now you're putting on this act with my parents? You just want a child, don't you? Your plan failed so now you're threatening divorce? If you really want one, just say so. It's not like I can't give you one."

I really wanted to ask who exactly was being dishonest in this marriage.

Who took his first love on a million-dollar spending spree on our wedding anniversary? Who claimed to be working overtime while actually holding her hand at amusement parks? And who lied to me over and over again for her sake, leaving me alone in an empty house time after time?

I don't know when this marriage became meaningless, but I know it's time to end it now.

So I said calmly, "Divorce. I'll move out as soon as possible to make room for you two."

Grace opened her mouth but was silenced by Everett's icy glare.

He stared at me, his voice menacing: "You're threatening me with divorce again? If you walk out that door today, we're done for good. Don't expect me to come after you."

I nodded gently, then turned around without hesitation, opened the door, and walked out.

Everett felt an inexplicable sense of defeat rise in his chest, but quickly suppressed it. After all, her parents died long agoshe had nowhere to go. She'd come back eventually.