Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

“When I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, I was mentally prepared to die. Having the opportunity to have a bone marrow transplant and prolong my life to spend time with my Mommy and Nellie, I’m already satisfied.“

Nigel’s tears were mixed with the rainwater. His voice was so hoarse that he did not sound like a child anymore. “Maybe Neil just misses me too much, Mommy. You don’t need to hurt yourself nor sacrifice your life for me… Honestly, I don’t care about that much! “

Luna felt her heart ache upon hearing these words and could not hold back her tears any longer.

She bit down on her lip and picked up the nearest rock she could grab, wanting to smash her own fingers. “Fiona, if I really break all remaining nine fingers of mine, will you promise to let Nigel go and take me instead?“

She stared at Luna’s hand, her face etched with a despicable grin. “Come on! You know, I have never seen anyone smashing their own fingers with a rock before. You can be the first! But remember, it must be completely crushed. I do have medical knowledge, so don’t you dare try to lie to me.“

Luna closed her eyes, and suddenly, even though her fingers were still intact, she could already feel the sharp pain spreading through her hands. The pain reminded her of her experience in the mental asylum, the pain she felt when her little finger was smashed, the kind of pain that tore you apart as if every single cell in your body were resisting it.

However, she knew the only way to save her child was to satisfy Fiona.

child’s life, not even

love and kindness into her life. Whether it was Nigel,

lose any of them…not even

summoning every ounce of strength and courage in her body, and

you out

before the rock hit her fingers, Joshua lunged forward, grabbed hold of her hand, and tossed

ground with a thud, Fiona cut another

three ropes held Nigel

without warning, but he managed to grab the remaining ropes to

the cliff at any moment with Nigel. She bit down on her lip, pushed Joshua

Fiona put her knife on the three remaining pieces of rope and threatened, “Stop! Don’t

legs gave