All Chapters of Seven-Year Itch: My Ex-Husband Doesn't Know I've Been Reborn: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Mrs. Smith, you—" Wendy noticed something was wrong, but before she could finish, Daniel saw what was happening and strode over, roughly pushing her aside.Wendy fell to the ground, looking up at Daniel with shock and hurt in her eyes.Daniel gripped my arm, realized my dress was compromised, and immediately took off his jacket to drape it over my shoulders. Then he glared coldly at Wendy. "What do you think you're doing?""I—"Wendy was so upset she was on the verge of tears, biting her lip and unable to speak.“Miss Luther was just chatting with me when my dress suddenly split. Daniel, can you come with me to change?" I stepped in to defend Wendy.I knew Daniel was afraid Wendy might slip up in front of me and reveal their relationship. That's why he reacted so angrily.Wendy stood up with a defiant look. "Mr. Smith, since Mrs. Smith’s dress is damaged, why not she borrow mine? I have a spare outfit anyway!"She was secretly testing him. The dress was Daniel's gift to her—me

"It's quite nostalgic, isn’t it?” he said, polishing a silver cup with a nostalgic tone. "When you and Mr. Smith first came here for drinks, you were barely eighteen or nineteen. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. Now you're both wealthy. That's wonderful."I sipped my drink, a bitter smile on my lips, remembering the first time Daniel brought me to a bar.I never drank before that. He didn't want me to either, saying alcohol was no good, but I didn't want to watch his friends drinking while I sat awkwardly apart. I insisted on learning.Eventually, my tolerance improved, and Daniel rarely stopped me anymore."Mrs. Smith, you haven't been here in ages. Why are you alone today?" the bartender asked.I'd already finished my drink in one go and smiled. "He's busy. Give me another."Most of the bartenders Daniel and I knew had left. Only this one remained. The other staff were unfamiliar faces. I accepted my second drink and gazed blankly at the increasingly lively ba

"Don't do anything foolish. You know you're my only emotional anchor," Daniel said, stroking my wet hair, his eyes full of pleading and sadness.I held his hand. "Okay."I wondered if he'd regret all his lies when his "only emotional anchor" disappeared one day.After changing into dry clothes, Daniel personally blow-dried my hair, his gentle, attentive actions conveying his affection.We slept in each other's arms but hearts in separate places.—Early the next morning, Daniel's voice woke me."Take down those articles immediately, or deal with my lawyers. I'll make sure you regret this!"I walked over. His back was to me as he spoke on the phone.Just then, Susan sent a message: Daniel and his secretary are all over the headlines. Check it out!My heart sank as I quickly looked it up.At yesterday's anniversary celebration, someone had taken photos of Daniel and Wendy together. They made a handsome couple, but the headline read: "Smith Power Couple Attends Company Anniversa

After selecting a necklace, I drove to the place Melvin had mentioned—a private club I'd visited once a couple years ago. I used Daniel's name at the entrance and was granted access without question.I casually asked the staff, "By the way, which room is he in?""Mr. Smith is in Room 8," the employee replied, not suspicious at all.I nodded and headed toward Room 8.Melvin had already arrived. I watched him enter and gently close the door, sealing off the world inside.I approached the door, pressed my hand against its thick surface, and carefully pushed it open just a crack, silent as a shadow."I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. I overstepped my boundaries..." Wendy's crying voice came through, full of grievance and fear.I couldn't see inside, but I listened quietly."Come on, bro, don't be angry. She definitely didn't mean it," Melvin's voice chimed in, playing peacemaker.Daniel shouted furiously, "Didn't mean it? She had the nerve to tell my wife she has a boyfriend who

Daniel gave me a reassuring smile, came over to kiss my forehead, his eyes twinkling. "They can't be lost. I probably put them away somewhere safe, but I can't remember exactly where. Let me look for them when I have time."I nodded obediently and watched him leave.As soon as Daniel was gone, I got dressed, grabbed the gifts I'd bought yesterday, and drove to my parents' neighborhood.I sat in my car, watching my family's villa through the window. The gate was already open—Auntie Lanny was right, my parents had returned early.My heart raced with excitement and nervousness. I was terrified of walking in only to be met with cold faces, afraid they wouldn't accept me back.As I was building up my courage, a little boy about four or five years old ran out holding a basketball.“Peter! Peter, come back!” My mother ran after him. Though years had passed and she'd aged, that familiar loving expression remained on her face.Except that motherly love no longer belonged to me.My heart