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.

Anne was surprised to see her friend, a hint

told me that you hurt your foot! I came here

towards Anne's feet, her eyes growing in

it’s just a sprained ankle." The corners of her mouth turned up when Anne saw the worried expression on

Emily was now perched up on the

Anne. She had noticed the silent torment she was enduring on her own. Despite wanting to stand up

I’ll take good care of myself." Anne beamed at her friend, her heart growing soft at

she had always viewed Emily as more of a sister

help you downstairs to eat

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

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

foot feel better? Does it still hurt?" When Anne showed up, Cherry was quick to come over as if she was

now, thank you," without sparing a

he noticed

be served to you. I was going to send them up

pretending to care for Anne, but she was

Anne gritted her teeth,

but she had to hide her

glancing at Kevin with

to tear up, making

with you? You should be glad that Cherry is willing to help you. You don't have

yell, not being able to see his sweetheart

disgust as he

carrying his child, he would have driven her out of his house a

She was used to his cruel words. She had heard

to Anne!

be on Anne’s

you are too kind. Why do you care for someone like her! She can never appreciate

Cherry in his arms to comfort her. As he cast cold glances towards Anne, the disgust in

wounds, Anne did not

she had shown even an ounce of weakness, Kevin wouldn't

up the chopsticks and started eating quietly. Although the food was tasteless, she forced herself to swallow for

I know you still blame me for Ruth's accident. If thinking that I pushed her will

Anne pitifully, as if she felt

hand, could not bear

embraced her, speaking in an affectionate