Remarriage Failed Again Today

I tried to call Annabelle Linton, but I couldn’t get through. Then my mother said it was safer abroad, so she urged me to go. After that, I just let things take their course. I left the country, taking Vivian Yates—the woman we all thought had saved me—with me.

Meanwhile, Annabelle Linton was just left behind in a hospital bed. She was in a vegetative state for a year, covered in tubes, her breathing faint.

...My wife, I’m so sorry.’]

When Annabelle Linton read this, her eyes instantly reddened.

’So that bitch Vivian Yates had wiped Leona Grant’s memories!’

That explained why, even though she was the one who saved him, everyone said it was Vivian Yates who had rescued Leona Grant.

Annabelle Linton’s body trembled even more violently as she clicked to the next page.

[’The scene changed. I was in our villa.

This was right after Annabelle Linton and I got married. My company was in trouble, and to secure me a lifeline, Annabelle went to drink with clients on my behalf.

Wait a minute.

She actually went out drinking with clients? She actually went out drinking with clients? She actually went out drinking with clients?!

Whatever the reason, how could she go out drinking with them?!

Are any of those men out there even worthy of speaking to her?

A woman like that is just asking to be fucked!

She belongs to me and me alone! Forget the past—if she dared to do something like that now, I’d... I’d... Hmph!

Of course... setting aside the awful things I said and the... measures I took back then (it’s embarrassing to even mention), we could just call it foreplay.

Next time, Annabelle can be on top. She can curse at me, take measures, even hit me, that’s all fine. If I dare to resist, she can fuck me to death!

Any position is fine. The bedroom, the pool, the bathroom, the sofa, the lawn... as long as she wants it, I’m ready anytime... (I don’t want to admit I’m already getting hard. What a siren!)

Haha, I guess I can only dream about it now. Because... I’ve lost my chance. She’s going to marry another man...

In short, I just don’t want her fawning over any man besides me... though it’s not like she ever fawned over me. I deeply regret how I handled that.

There’s nothing wrong with what happens between a husband and wife, but it can’t be like that. Most importantly, I wrongly accused her.

My wife, I’m so sorry...

Annabelle, when will I ever find my way into your heart? You’re about to get married. Should I crash the wedding?

Sigh.’]

Annabelle Linton: "..."

After she finished reading the entry, her first reaction was speechlessness. Her second was a whirlwind of complicated emotions.

Hmm... it seemed the resentment she’d held onto over that incident had suddenly dissipated quite a bit.

The man was already domineering, selfish, and high-maintenance to begin with—a paranoid, repressed, neurotic mess.

Annabelle Linton’s brow furrowed slightly. Reading the... filthy language that followed, she pressed a hand to her forehead.

’Can this man act normal for once?’

She clicked to the next page.

[’The scene changed. I was in a warehouse.

I was looking around, trying to remember what this scene was, when suddenly the ’me’ from the dream got out of a car. I followed him.

A man appeared before us. He was an enemy of mine. He had kidnapped Annabelle Linton and Vivian Yates, forcing the ’me’ in the dream to save only one of them while the other burned to death... The ’me’ in the dream saved Vivian Yates.

The reason given was that her leg had been broken when she was hit by a car. If I left her there, she would surely die. But Annabelle Linton was different; that woman always gave me the impression that she was strong.

What’s especially strange, though, is that I’ve never actually experienced this scene. I pieced together these reasons from a conversation I overheard between the ’me’ in the dream and Vivian Yates.

The ’me’ in the dream saved Vivian Yates and was about to go back for Annabelle Linton, but Vivian deliberately stalled, preventing me from going. Her words were sanctimonious and full of self-righteous excuses.’]