My Ex-Wife Remarried Me

Amora signed the sales and purchase agreement for Rory residence with Bryan without a second thought.

According to him, he was initially thinking of transforming the Rory residence into a commercial building when he bid for it during an auction.

Nevertheless, he changed his mind as the local authority was focusing on the development of New Town lately.

Thus, nothing was done to the residence ever since it was under his possession.

As for Amora, it was a blessing that nothing was done to the house.

She shuddered as she pushed open the door and entered eagerly.

At that very moment, she was overcome by a wave of inexplicit emotions as that was the first time since she last stepped into it seven years ago.

As expected, there was not the slightest bit of change to everything in the house and the yard.

Even the furniture looked exactly like the way they were when she left seven years ago.

The only difference was there was dust everywhere at the moment.

Amora walked around sorrowfully.

She scanned every corner of the ground floor before she went upstairs to have a look at her parents’ room.

After that, she went to her own room and Xenia’s room which was next to hers.

Xenia? She pondered for a while before she pushed open the door and entered Xenia's room instinctively.

Xenia's room was about the same size as hers.

them in the house many years ago, they treated her exactly like their own

giving her

than the dust, the room was exceptionally

piles of things on the small couch and

it was a total mess on

had never tidied up her

only tiptoe into the room and

piles on

with a lock

she mumbled in bafflement as she

the type of diary that was very popular during her high school days and was well-liked by

a trend for them to jot down their

Prevailed over by her curiosity, she unlocked the diary effortlessly with a

next moment, she was astonished at

March, usual place, Amora's second

Amora's third

April, usual place, Amora’s fourth volume of

did she have a record of all my manuscripts in this diary? What on earth was she trying to do then? Amora's hands trembled in agitation as she flipped till the last page of the

Xenia even listed the

than that, the record was made consistently weekly, and there was the term "usual

by that? Did she send my manuscripts there? What was her intention to do so? Was there anyone waiting for her at the so-called "usual

I was not even married to

still staying under the

could she do that to me? Amora was preoccupied with a series of questions; her mind

flipping through the diary again, she managed to spot a phone number on

Xenia had purposively jotted down the phone number on