when she left he went crazy (Hope and Christopher)

When she left, He went crazy

Chapter 52 Couldn't Let Go.

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Although I no longer wanted to continue this marriage with Christopher, hearing Bentley, as usual, defend me still warmed my heart.

Christopher pursed his lips and replied, "I did disappoint Hope, but I never intended to marry Evelyn."

"Never thought of it? Why would Hope divorce you if you didn't have that thought? Didn't you completely drive her to despair?" Bentley didn't believe Christopher.

Christopher slowly rose from the table. "I really hadn't thought about it. It's just that I can't ignore Evelyn, especially since she's pregnant.

"You are truly philanthropic!"

Bentley threw a coffee cup at Christopher.

Christopher didn't dodge and was hit squarely on the forehead, causing blood to seep out quickly.

But Chris expression did not change. I had promised Brenda that I would take care of Evelyn," he said earnestly.

"What about Hope? Rumors have been going around the office lately. By bringing Evelyn close to you, allowing others to see Hope as a third party interfering in your marriage, are you being fair to her?" "She is much stronger and more independent than Evelyn, not easily influenced by others, and certainly doesn't care

about those unwarranted words."

I never expected Christopher to praise me in this situation.

His praise made me feel bitter.

I was not naturally strong and independent. Although I was once showered with love and lived a happy life, later on, I had no choice but to hone a strong character on my own.

Then, my personality became the reason he made me feel wrong.

Have you ever thought about it? Hope grew up without parents from a young age, living modestly in the home of her aunt, Beata. Do you know how much suffering she endured? If she wasn't strong and independent, who could she rely

on?"

Bentley sighed and asked in disappointment, "Can she rely on you? Can she rely on you, the husband who made her sad at every moment?"

Christopher's eyes suddenly dimmed. "She has never talked to me about these things."

Bentley reprimanded. "You are not worthy of her confiding in you. Reflect on yourself. Have you ever been a decent husband for a day?" Christopher pursed his lips and replied, "You found me a good wife, and it was me who let you down."

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"You didn't disappoint me; it was Hope who disappointed."

Bentley seemed helpless, and the sound of their argument gradually faded away.

The last words of Christopher echoed in my ears.

In the end, I felt the bitter taste.

We were able to break up amicably, all because of my independent personality.

Suddenly, the study door opened.

Christopher leaned against the door frame as he came out. It was only then that I noticed, after not seeing him for a few days, that he seemed to have slimmed down a bit, and his eyes and brows had become even more profound.

He stood straight-backed, with a slight arch in his forehead, blood trickling down.

"Your wound..."

I wanted to appear indifferent, but seeing his appearance, I couldn't help but be concerned with a single word.

Christopher chuckled lightly and gazed tenderly. "Are you concerned about me?"

guess

1 admit frankly, "I would also care if the dog in the yard got hurt.”

"Would you apply ointment to a dog?"

He looked at me and asked seriously.

1 nodded and replied, "Sure."

"Let's go then; help me get some ointment."

With one hand on the wall and the other holding my hand, he walked to our room.

1 subconsciously pulled away. "You're not a dog."

Maybe my strength was involved in his wound; he was in pain and gasped but did not let go of me, in a low voice. "But

I will also hurt."

"Okay."

I saw his expression of pain, which didn't seem fake, so I dared not move again.

Although we didn't come back to live here, the maid kept the bedroom clean and tidy.

Every three days, the servants would change the bed sheets and pillowcases.

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A vintage style wedding photo taken by a renowned photographer hung above the head of the bed. In the picture, Christopher and I looked exceptionally good.

After Christopher sat down on the bed, I attempted to pull my wrist back again. He held it tightly, furrowing his brow. "We haven't finalized the divorce yet. Can't you help me apply the ointment?"

"I went to get the first aid kit; otherwise, how could I treat your wound?"

He finally released me with a sigh of relief. "Go ahead."

The wound on his forehead was deep. I slightly lowered my head, supporting the back of his head with one hand and wiping away the bloodstains with the other.

Bentley really laid into him. I had just wiped away the bloodstains, and new blood started seeping out again.

I couldn't bear it and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"I was in pain, a lot of pain."

He looked up at me steadily, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

I felt sorry for him, blowing on the wound while disinfecting it. Then, contentedly, he said, "That won't hurt. Thank

you, Honey."

"We're both getting divorced," I corrected.

"I'm used to it."

He bowed his head a little sad, his eyelashes blinking, and he looked a little pathetic.

1 also felt a bit uneasy and said, "It's okay; you can take your time to change in the future."

As time went by, he was always able to adapt to it.

Just like I was used to, every night when I went to sleep, I could roll over and hold onto his waist, snuggling into his arms. However, recently, when I roll over and find nothing, I often wake up in the middle of the night, staring blankly for a long time, then drift back to sleep in a daze.

In the empty house, if I were to call out to him again, I wouldn't receive his response.

But fortunately, time would smooth everything over.

One day, I would completely forget about him.

Christopher fell silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Do I have to change the way I call you?"

"Yes, Christopher, we both will start a new life. You will, and so will I."

I twisted open the ointment and helped him apply it, then put on a band-aid. "There, the ointment is applied.

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After saying that, I straightened up and turned around to leave.

I guess Bentley was stiff upset, so I wanted to go and talk to him.

"Fnished?"

Christopher spoke up and, seeing my puzzled expression, pointed to his back, gazing intently at me..

"My back is also very sore. Today, Bentley was determined to stand up for you. If it wasn't illegal to kill someone, he might have beaten me to death."

"Bentley was just caught up in the heat of the moment; he wouldn't actually hit you hard."

I pursed my lips.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, moving slowly because his shoulders were also injured. "You'll see once you take a

look."

"Wait a minute."

I still felt that we should have some boundaries between us. "Our current behavior is not quite appropriate. I'll go get Evelyn to take care of the wound on your back." "Why is it not suitable?"

"We are getting divorced, Christopher. It's just a matter of finalizing the paperwork. Shouldn't we have some sense of

boundaries?"

"We were just about to get divorced, not already divorced."

He suddenly extended his arm, using his slightly cool fingers to probe into my collar. He hooked out a necklace at my collarbone and stared intently at the ring on it. "You see, you can't let go either."

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