The Ex-Husband's Downfall

In my past life, Killian cut off all his mistresses and spoiled me rotten, doing everything to win my hand in marriage. But the day before our wedding, I overheard him boasting to his friends.

"Killian, that orphan girl you supported is still clinging to you. She's younger and prettier than your fiancée. Are you really not tempted?"

Killian curled his lip in disdain, "What is she even? She isn't even fit to lick my wife's toes. Tell her to get lost."

His words sent a rush of euphoria through me. He had told me himself that financing Vivienne Moore was merely a strategic move to bolster my charity foundation. At that moment, I truly believed I had found my happily ever after.

But on the wedding day, the orphan girl drove her car straight into me. She sobbed and pulled out a terminal diagnosis.

"Killian, I don't have much time left. I beg you. Don't abandon me, please!"

I got injured in a collision and pleaded with Killian to take me to the hospital first, but he scooped her up in his arms without a second glance.

"Sierra, I need to take Vivienne abroad for medical treatment. If I were her husband, it would be way easier for me to get stuff done. We have to get a divorce first. I’m sorry.”

I stared at him, my eyes widening in sheer shock.

He kept going, his voice stead, “I promise I'll come back and marry you in five years. Just wait for me.”

Five years turned into ten, and I waited for him in vain, nothing more than a fool.

It wasn't until I was on my deathbed that I received his letter, "I'm sorry, Sierra. I'll marry you in the next life."

I tore the letter to shreds and died of sheer rage. Yet, when I opened my eyes again, I was back on my wedding day. I calmly gazed after Killian as they faded into the throng. Then, without hesitation, I turned around and boarded a plane to Switzerland.

It wasn't until five years later that I crossed paths with Killian again. The moment his eyes landed on the little girl in my arms, they instantly turned bloodshot.

"You're pregnant? Wait…are you actually scavenging through trash with my child? Oh, my god! How skinny she is! What kind of mom are you, anyway?

He rattled on and on in front of me, but it took a solid moment for the reality to sink in. It was Killian, my ex-husband, the man I had divorced five years ago.

He kept harping on, "Why is she so scrawny? Sierra, how could you be such a failure of a mother?"

I just brushed him off, yet he wouldn’t stop gabbing, "Why are you even here? Are you just putting on a pathetic show because you knew I was coming to inspect the area?"

Clutching my little daughter tightly, I couldn't be bothered to waste my breath on him.

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