The Day I Painted My Husband's Bride novel Chapter 7

That very afternoon, I joined Mr. Cooper's performance team and went straight on a business trip.

I gave the house keys to Patrick, who helped me clean out all of Alex's belongings.

That night, after finishing the performance, I saw over a hundred missed calls and messages from Alex.

I randomly opened a couple, and his pleading voice came through: "Ember, this is my home. Where am I supposed to go? You can't be so heartless. We have shared memories here." I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief.

He used to rack his brain for excuses not to come home, to be with his mistress Nadia. Now that I'm giving him the chance to be with Nadia completely, he's unwilling? How pathetic!

His tone finally turned angry and frustrated: "Fine, leave then! Just you wait, Ember. When you're on your knees begging me to reconcile, see how I'll deal with you!"

It wasn't him who was pathetic, it was me. I had loved him so humbly for seven whole years, which made him think that even after losing my child, I would still beg him like a dog to be with me.

I couldn't be bothered to listen anymore and simply blocked him completely.

For a week, I was busy day and night, often relying on painkillers to push through work. Alex was right about one thing - Mr. Cooper was a big client. His company's performances alone were enough to sustain my small company, not to mention his industry connections could help me make a name for myself and expand my business.

My mom came over twice out of concern, bringing home-cooked soup. She watched me finish every drop while muttering worriedly before heading back.

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