Hunting for His EX-Wife

Hollie froze, feeling panicked.

She couldn’t help wondering why Stefan suddenly asked and if he had found something.

The next second, she denied her guess.

Soon, she cracked a gentle smile.

“Stefan, I’ve felt too guilty after lying to you once. How would I do that?”

“If I found it, I wouldn’t let go of you easily,” Stefan warned her in a deep tone.

Hollie shuddered in fear. Pressing her lips, she didn’t answer but nodded in a panic.

On the other side, Martha sat in the car after leaving the cemetery.

She ordered the driver indifferently, “Go back.”

The driver shivered and wanted to remind her Stefan hadn’t returned yet. However, he didn’t think he should speak under such a circumstance, so he sat in the driver’s seat stiffly.

Seeing the driver ignore her, Martha frowned impatiently.

Hollie was in the cemetery, so Martha didn’t think Stefan would leave soon.

Thinking Stefan had called Hollie over to disgust her, Martha felt irritable.

Tiredness appeared on her face.

She hadn’t slept well the previous night and was woken up in the early morning. Instead of sleeping in, she was brought to the cemetery to watch a couple showing affection for each other.

Leaning against the back of the seat, Martha closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. The memories four years ago appeared in her mind.

She had just married Stefan at that time, eagerly expecting him to return home every night.

However, she was the only one in the master bedroom.

In the first year, she never turned off the night lamp on her nightstand, but Stefan had never entered the bedroom.

Later, she didn’t want to wait for him. However, turning on the night lamp had become her habit. Most of the time, he stayed out.

She knew Stefan had other places to stay besides the villa, and he had never thought the villa was his home.

During the few years of her marriage, she could tell Stefan had never loved her.

Whether attending banquets or having dinner with clients, he took different models or superstars. He had never asked her to be his date.

Gradually, her expectation vanished, and she started to get used to the loneliness.

Sometimes, Stefan returned to the villa.

However, every time he came back, it was late at night and he was unconscious.

Martha always walked up and helped him clean up, no matter how late it was.

If she smelt the strong alcohol smell from him, she prepared sober-up pills and made hydromel to avoid him having a headache the following day.

Unfortunately, he had never been grateful for what she did and always refused the hydromel.

One night, Stefan came back drunk at 2 AM. .

Hearing the sounds downstairs, Martha hurriedly put on a nightgown and left her bedroom.

Once she went downstairs, she smelt the strong alcohol smell from him.

Stefan was busy working, so he didn’t have meals on time and suffered severe gastric problems.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Martha recalled the family doctor’s reminder last time–Stefan should stop drinking.

Therefore, she guessed he must suffer a lot.

In a hurry, she went to the kitchen and made him hydromel.

Then she endured the heat from the bowl and sent it to Stefan.

She gingerly put the bowl on the table and checked on him worriedly.

“Stefan, you have a weak stomach. You should stop drinking…”

Before she finished her words, he snapped at her, “Get lost!”

He gazed at her gloomily. Then he raised his hand and smashed the bowl of hydromel to the floor.

The bowl cracked with a crisp sound, and the boiled hydromel was splashed to the ground.

Some dripped on Martha’s arms, the skin of which immediately reddened.