After My Heart Died, I Became My Ex-Husband's Obsession Chapter 3

Less than five minutes after the group photo was posted, Cole called me.

He sounded hesitant.

"Nina, don't misunderstand. Ryan’s wedding was on a weekday, and I needed a plus-one..."

I was genuinely confused.

"What is there to misunderstand?"

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?"

He fell silent for a moment.

"Wait for me at your office after work. I'm taking you to the reception dinner."

He hung up before I could refuse.

When Cole picked me up, Chloe was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Hi, Nina! What a coincidence, you're coming too?"

Facing Chloe’s fake smile, I gave a calm smile back.

I opened the back door and got in without complaint.

The whole ride, Cole kept trying to catch my eye in the rearview mirror.

I kept my head down, scrolling on my phone.

I answered him with one-word replies until I eventually stopped talking altogether.

When we arrived at the private dining room, Ryan rushed over with exaggerated regret.

He said it was the biggest tragedy of his life that I missed the ceremony.

I knew he was covering for Cole.

But I wasn't angry at anyone.

"Don't say that. I should be the one wishing you a happy marriage."

Seeing that I held no grudge and just sat down to eat, Ryan’s jaw dropped.

Over the last year, he had covered for Cole many times while Cole was vacationing with Chloe.

Once, I even exposed his lie to his face.

Back then, he wasn't nearly as shocked as he was now.

Halfway through dinner, the restaurant manager brought in several bottles of expensive wine.

He asked Cole, "Mr. Jenkins, these are the bottles you and Miss Chloe saved last time. Should we open them now?"

The atmosphere in the room froze.

I decided to help him out.

"Open them all. Don't let them go to waste."

I stood up and walked out of the room.

Cole chased after me immediately. He looked rarely nervous.

"Nina, the company closed a big deal a while ago. The wine was bought to celebrate that."

I waved my hand dismissively and walked into the restroom.

When I returned to the room, Cole was drinking Chloe’s wine for her to stop her from getting drunk.

Two years ago, at a dinner just like this.

I was allergic to alcohol, but his friends kept pressuring me to drink.

Back then, Cole didn't help me.

He held my shoulder and said coldly, "It's just one glass. Drink it. If it gets bad, I'll take you to get your stomach pumped later."

That night, I started running a fever.

Two days later, I was rushed to the hospital with severe abdominal pain.

The doctor told me I had been one month pregnant, but I had lost the baby.

When Cole heard about the miscarriage, he rushed to the hospital.

He screamed at me.

"I told you not to go, but you insisted! You idiot, this is the price you pay for trying to squeeze into a man’s world!"

Remembering this, I walked back to my seat, grabbed my purse, and left.

Cole followed me all the way home, furious.

"Nina, are you sick? You just leave without saying a word? You embarrassed everyone. Are you happy now?"

I remained silent.

He loosened his tie and sneered.

"If you're going to be this immature, we might as well get a divorce."

This was the second time he had mentioned divorce.

The last time was because he thought I looked through his phone.

Back then, I had knelt at his feet with zero dignity, crying and swearing I would never upset him again.

But this time, I looked him in the eye.

I spoke clearly.

"Okay."