Attracted By My Ex-wife

"You don't have to be so polite with me." Sam gazed earnestly towards Anne, the corner of his eyes crinkling.

"I'm just being grateful. You're amongst the very few who care about me." Besides Emily, there wasn't anyone else that worried about her like this.

"I will always care for you..." Sam’s heart ached when he noticed how surprised she looked at his response.

He was aware of the mistreatment she had to face, being in the Fu Family. He felt sorry for her since there was nothing he could do to help her.

"Okay..."

She had been pretending to be strong her whole life, but hearing Sam’s words made her eyes sting.

She was not unfamiliar to the cold and condescending treatment she had to face on the daily. Despite that she had to face those situations calmly, a word of concern from her friend almost made her tear up.

"Anne, It doesn't matter what others think. I will always believe that you are a kind person." She was instantly in a better mood, which only made Sam pity her even more.

Anne had to face so much suffering every day. It made him want to bear some of the pain for her.

"Thank you…" Anne trailed off, unsure of how to respond. "It’s getting late, you should head back. I’ll go to sleep as well since I feel tired."

She was trying her best to hold back her tears as she rigidly stood in one place, not wanting to give away her weakness.

"Okay. Go to bed early. Call me if you feel uncomfortable."

Then Sam headed back, leaving with the medical kit. Anne watched him walk away, holding her breath.

The moment he was gone, she felt the tough exterior collapse. She kept wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, but her tears would not stop.

After a long and torturous day, she fell asleep quickly. Her face was still flushed as she snuggled into her blanket.

With eyelashes glistening, an aggrieved expression was painted on her pale face, making her look delicate.

The next morning, Anne woke up with her eyes swollen from the previous night.

She stumbled out of bed, limping towards her dressing table. She let out a chuckle when she saw her puffy face in the mirror.

Contrary to the mess she was in, Anne had always thought of herself as strong.

As she staggered back to the bed, she stared down at her sprained ankle. Most of the swelling was gone. ‘He is indeed a good doctor!’ she thought to herself.

"Anne." A voice called out, as her bedroom door slowly opened.

to see her friend, a hint of joy playing in

I came here to have a look. Are you

feet, her eyes growing in size as

as bad as it looks. I’m fine, it’s just a sprained ankle." The corners of her mouth turned up when Anne saw the worried expression on Emily’s

are still pregnant! You can’t afford to be this careless!" Emily was now perched

She had noticed the silent torment she was enduring on her own. Despite wanting to stand up for her friend, she realized she didn't have the power. She could only watch her friend

of myself." Anne beamed at her friend, her heart growing

had always viewed Emily as more of

eat something," Emily asked as

Kevin and Cherry could be seen sitting at the table. Anne felt revolted at

face, she walked towards the dining table. She was in no mood to see the two

are you downstairs? Does your foot feel better? Does it still hurt?" When

better now, thank you," without

he noticed Anne’s

sit down. I have asked for tonics to be served to you. I was going to send them up to your room since I wasn't expecting

persona, pretending to care for Anne, but

gritted her

she had to hide

drawled, glancing at Kevin

tear up, making her

what's wrong with you? You should be glad that Cherry is willing to help you. You

couldn't help but yell, not being able to

disgust as he stared

would have driven her out

used to

that to Anne! It's

her head disapprovingly, as she walked towards him. She seemed to be on Anne’s side, but she kept giving

care for someone like

her. As he cast cold glances towards Anne,

wounds, Anne

even an ounce of weakness, Kevin wouldn't feel sorry for her. Instead, he would

the food was tasteless,

Ruth's accident. If thinking that I pushed her will make you happy, then I don't

pitifully, as if she

on the other hand, could not bear to see her suffer any

embraced her, speaking in an