My Husband Went Crazy after My Death

Chapter 3

Between Esther and me, I was always the one discarded without hesitation.

I remembered the time I brought lunch to the office to see him, only to find Esther sitting on his lap in a tight black skirt, the two of them laughing and teasing each other.

The moment Robert saw me, he instinctively pushed Esther aside.

I calmly set the lunch down, not crying or throwing a tantrum.

Robert, furious, forced a smile. "Aren't you jealous?"

"We haven't had feelings for each other for a long time. Why would I be jealous?"

That was how I answered him.

Now, we were just stumbling along together, nothing more than a pair of resentful spouses, torturing each other.

Robert ordered me to take the scalding coffee to Esther, and I obediently did.

Esther purposely knocked over the coffee, gasping in faux surprise as she covered her mouth.

"Mary, I know you don't like me, but you can't intentionally burn me."

She showed him a small blister on her finger, looking up at Robert to have him blow on it.

I clutched my burnt forearm, my face pale.

I remembered the time I made fried rice for Robert and burned my hand. It was just a small blister, yet Robert held me close, tears in his eyes, heartbroken for me.

Now, Robert shoved me to the ground with anger.

My palm was pierced by sharp shards of broken porcelain, blood dripping down.

"Get out!"

Robert held Esther in his arms like she was some precious treasure, looking at me as though I were worthless trash.

I left in disgrace.

My father was one of the people responsible for Robert's parents' deaths.

As his daughter, I was no better.

He wanted to kill me, but he thought it would be too easy, so for all these years, he never let me off the hook.

When I broke up with Robert, he came to find me holding a big bouquet of beautiful roses.

I threw the red flowers violently into the snow, crushing them under my high heels, and glared at him.

"Your family is bankrupt now. You're just a poor, nothing kid. What makes you think you're good enough for me?"

Robert begged me desperately, but I didn't even look at him. I just said, "Robert, stop humiliating yourself."

Then, I threw the diamond ring he had given me in our second year of college into a nearby river and walked away.

What he didn't know was that I didn't turn around because my face was already covered in tears.

That night, I secretly saw Robert standing there for a long time.

I quietly went to the river and searched for the ring all night, crying and laughing, carefully keeping it safe. When I went back, I had a fever for three straight days.

If I could, I would want nothing more than for us to be together.

All these years of torment were my penance.

I owed him.

That was why, during every moment he tormented me, I endured it all without complaining.

Sometimes, I even held onto a faint hope.

'Could we start over? But now that hope is completely shattered, the light in my eyes has vanished. I won't see tomorrow's sun. Robert, I'm tired. I won't see you again, nor will I ever think of you.'