Hunting for His EX-Wife

Martha was wearing a slip dress. Because of her movements during sleep, the straps had slid below her shoulders. Her messy hair and dazed expression made her extremely attractive.

Feeling Stefan’s burning eyes, Martha subconsciously looked down.

Then she was startled and pulled up the quilt to cover herself.

“How could you come into my room without permission?” Martha was angry after returning to her senses.

“I knocked on the door before I came in,” Stefan replied mellowly, withdrawing his gaze in reluctance.

Martha was rendered tongue-tied.

Before she spoke again, Stefan added, “Get changed. We’ll go out today.”

Only then did she realize he had put on a dark suit.

“No. I don’t want. It’s the weekend. I need to rest,” Martha refused without hesitation.

Stefan entered her room in the early morning and asked her to go out with him, making her feel like she were a pet. Therefore, she was unwilling to obey him.

Stefan darted at her and explained, “It’s my parents’ death anniversary, Martha.”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Martha was taken aback.

Thinking of what date it was, she realized Stefan didn’t lie.

A hint of hesitation flashed into her eyes.

During those years of marriage, she always remembered it.

On this date, she would visit the grave of Mr. and Mrs. Harrison to pay her respects.

It was because they were really good to her and treated her as if she were their own daughter before they passed away.

However, she always went to the cemetery alone back then, as Stefan had never wanted to go with her.

Martha’s eyes darkened as she thought about it.

“We’ve divorced. We shouldn’t go there together.”

Stefan’s parents treated her well, so she would find another time to visit their grave.

Frowning, Stefan reminded her icily, “We haven’t divorced yet.”

His retort brought an ironic smile to Martha’s lips.

She answered indifferently, “We haven’t received the divorce decree, but what difference does it make whether we divorce or not?”

Stefan scowled at her, pressing his thin lips together.

‘Does she want to divorce me that badly? Is she so desperate to cut ties with me?’

In irritation, he gazed at Martha without blinking and requested, “The last time before our divorce.”

Martha was surprised that he didn’t get angry but repeatedly requested, sounding like he was entreating her.

She guessed it might be because it was his parents’ death anniversary that he had to compromise.

Without thinking too much, Martha looked away and refused again, “Mr. Harrison, we’ve never been there together before. It’s unnecessary to do so today.”

“OK, if you don’t come with me, I’ll be here to watch you for 24 hours.”

With those words, Stefan held his arms across his chest while leaning against the back of the sofa. His tone was indifferent, though, as if he were talking about a trifle.

Frowning, Martha realized he was persistent in letting her go with him.

…

An hour later, they sat in the car and left the villa.

It took them two hours to arrive at the cemetery. On the way, neither spoke.

Martha couldn’t help recalling the scene in the villa earlier, thinking Stefan had become vapider and more childish than before.

However, she had to admit his tactic worked effectively.

At least, she had to agree and follow him to the cemetery.

…

Martha held a bouquet of yellow roses prepared by Stefan, which was his mother’s favorite flower.

The air after the rain was refreshed, relaxing Martha.

After arriving at the cemetery, Martha ignored Stefan and got off the car. In silence, they walked towards the graveyard one after another.

The road became slippery because of the rain, and there was too much moss on the steps. Once Martha walked on, she lost her balance.

Then she fell backward.