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.

was surprised to see her

came here to have a look. Are you okay? Does

Anne's feet, her eyes growing in size as she noticed

a sprained ankle." The corners of her

careless!" Emily was now perched up on the edge of her bed, chattering

for Anne. 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

myself." Anne beamed at her

her heart, she had always viewed Emily as more of

had breakfast yet? Let me help you downstairs to eat

sitting at the table. Anne felt revolted at the sight of

face, she walked towards the dining table. She was in no mood to see the two of them, but she couldn't starve for the sake of the

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

better now, thank you," without sparing a glance, she harshly

he noticed

you sit down. I have asked for tonics to be served to you. I was going to send them up

on a fake persona, pretending to care for Anne, but

I can walk there myself." Anne gritted her teeth,

had to hide her emotions

drawled, glancing at Kevin

had managed to tear up,

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

help but yell, not being able to see his

were brimming with disgust as he stared

she was not carrying his child, he would have driven her out of

Kevin back. She was used to his cruel words.

that to Anne! It's

She seemed to be on Anne’s side, but she

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

arms to comfort her. As he cast cold glances towards Anne,

riddled with wounds, Anne did not let her

weakness, Kevin wouldn't feel sorry for her. Instead, he would accuse her of playing

the

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

looked at Anne pitifully, as if she felt

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

embraced her, speaking