All Chapters of I'm Glad We Met After Marriage: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Surprisingly, Zach did not defend Cecilia. After I finished speaking, I looked down and continued eating. He stood at my table for a bit.I thought he would leave soon, but he suddenly asked, “I heard that you went to the hospital because you fell. Are you okay now?”I looked up in surprise. Was he serious? He was actually concerned about me?My first thought was that he must have some hidden agenda. There had to be something behind his caring words.I realized that I was being more logical. At least, I would not allow myself to act foolishly in front of him.I shrugged and replied, “I’m not made of glass. A fall won’t kill me.”However, he sat down across from me and made me anxious. I tried to keep eating, but with Zach watching, even the soft shrimp got stuck in my throat. I could not swallow it or spit it out.I did not want to waste food, though. It would bring bad karma.“What do you want?”He glanced at my plate and said, “You seem to be eating a lot lately.”It

I did not mean to eavesdrop, but they were right outside. I felt awkward about going out there, so I stayed in the washroom.Cecilia was also listening closely, and she even murmured to herself, “Rachel’s mom is still alive?”I shot her a look of annoyance. Did she not act like she was above gossiping?Seeing her so into this made her no different from those old ladies in the neighborhood.At least, those ladies were honest and not pretentious.After a while, Rachel ran off crying, so I finally stepped out of the washroom. Cameron was about to chase after her but saw me and sighed awkwardly. “Did you hear everything?”“A little. I’m going to check on her.”“Okay.”I left the hall and headed to the garden. I had a feeling that Rachel would run to the slide to play. She might be sad, but that would not stop her from having fun.I stood aside and watched her cry as she slid down the slide over and over again.I wiped her tear-streaked face with a tissue and gently held her h

Ugh, I felt like throwing up. Did anyone have a tissue?Even Rachel could not handle it. She looked up at me and asked, “Why does it sound like she’s about to die when she talks? It’s like she’s running out of breath.”The parking lot was incredibly quiet, so I was sure that they heard Rachel’s voice.I took Rachel’s hand and stepped out from behind the car. Cecilia was still holding on to Zach’s sleeve, and she looked at us with teary eyes.“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” I explained. “I was just taking Rachel to the car. Please move aside.”We entered the car, and Zach soon joined us. Meanwhile, Cecilia left in another car.It was unusual for him to not drive her home tonight. I guessed that it was because he and Cameron had a project coming up. News of our divorce had not leaked yet, and he probably wanted to avoid trouble.Rachel and I sat in the back seat while Zach was in the front passenger seat. As he fastened his seatbelt, he glanced back at us and noticed the brooch on R

There was a refuse room behind the garden at the Gordon family’s mansion. The workers would leave the trash there before they took it out to the entrance for the trash collector. I walked briskly. So, I did not know if the sound behind me was Zach following me or the sound of the wind. I did not care about that. I just wanted to get rid of these things today. They were once my treasures. I had acted like a fool. For many nights, I would quietly open my treasure box and smile at the items inside. I opened the door to the refuse room. Then, I tossed everything inside without a second thought. After I threw everything away, I clapped my hands in satisfaction. “Goodbye,” I said to the trash. It was a true goodbye. I was saying farewell to the undying love that I had for Zach. There was a saying that you should not have a crush for too long. It probably meant that there was something wrong with your brain. It would stop being love at some point. Instead, you would just b

Mary started to tear up because of me too.She grabbed my hand tightly, but she was also at a loss of words. After a while, I finished my breakfast and got ready for work. It was only then that Mary said, “Cassia, if Zach still isn’t in love with you by the time you give birth to the babies, I won’t stop you. You should find your own happiness.” Where was my happiness? I walked out the door, and Zach was waiting for me in the car. He was reading a piece of document on his tablet. After I got in, he spoke to Mr. Lane without looking up. “We can leave now.” His sleeves were rolled up, so I could see the bite mark that I had left in my peripheral vision. I had bitten his arm with great force. It was a little swollen, and funnily enough, it did look like a watch from afar. As our car exited the garden gate, I saw a garbage truck driving toward the back door. The garbage truck would usually take the trash out from the back door. Whatever I had thrown yesterday would be goin