I Woke Up Seven Years Later And Left My Cheating Husband Chapter 17
Bennett barely thought before he rushed forward without hesitation.
When the advertising sign came crashing down, a brutal pain spread from his head through every inch of his body.
The spirit let out an incredulous roar.
“Are you insane? I came here to help you!”
“This is the only way Claire can come back to us!”
But before Bennett passed out, the last thing he said was, “I’d rather let her live safely and happily than be separated from her by death forever.”
“Even if she lives somewhere I know nothing about, and even if her happiness has nothing to do with me
anymore.”
Bennett was rushed to the hospital. Because the advertising sign had opened a huge gash across his scalp,
it took more than a dozen stitches to finally stop the bleeding.
He was unconscious for three days and three nights, trapped in countless strange, feverish dreams.
He dreamed that he had kept lying to Claire, but once Claire learned the truth, she lost control completely
and accused him of wasting her life and her youth.
He dreamed that under those increasingly frequent accusations, he gradually forgot the promises he had once made. He began to resent Claire and tried every possible way to divorce her.
But after the divorce, he regretted it.
When he saw her broken body, it felt as if he had died with her all over again.
He regretted it, but everything was already too late.
Bennett gasped for breath and jolted awake from the nightmare,
Only then did he realize that he was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by darkness.
Bennett called out tentatively. “Claire?”
The only answer was silence.
Bennett lay limp in bed, his pupils trembling. It felt as if a massive wound had been torn open in his chest, and a bitter wind was pouring straight through it.
“Do you regret it?”
The blood-soaked figure drifted into his line of sight.
“I gave you a chance, and you destroyed it with your own hands.”
His body had become even more transparent, as if he were about to disappear from this world.
He looked at Bennett with hatred and said each word slowly.
“While you were lying unconscious in bed after saving Preston, do you know what Claire was doing?”
“She was shopping with another man and watching movies with another man. She was slowly trying to fall in love with another man.”
He gave a cruel, bloody smile. “You brought all of this on yourself. You lost Claire for good.”
A suffocating pain instantly spread through Bennett’s chest.
No wonder he had not seen that familiar figure when he opened his eyes.
So even after he had been injured, she was no longer willing to come see him.
Bennett slowly closed his eyes.
Only when the other man’s shouting gradually weakened did he finally speak in a low voice.
“Did I bring this on myself, or did you?”
Bennett’s sharp, hawk-like gaze finally landed on him.
“All I know is that you already caused her death once.”
“And this time, I refuse to make the same mistake again.”
Almost the instant his words left his mouth, the spirit floating in midair was gradually swallowed by a dark void.
He screamed and struggled until, at last, he scattered into ash and vanished into complete darkness.
At that moment, the door was pushed open.
Mrs. Ford Sr. looked at him with an anxious face.
“Bennett, you’re finally awake!”