Falling for My Contractual Wife

For some reason, the road was blocked today.

At that moment, Brian's phone suddenly rang.

It was Camren. Brian picked up the phone. The voice on the other end paused for a long time before saying solemnly, "Mr. Francis, Miss Sherman was in a car accident on the way to the court. I heard that it was a collision with a large truck. No one survived." Brian felt as if a muffled thunder had exploded in his head.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

After a long time, he was able to ask unsteadily, "Say that again."

Camren repeated clearly, word by word, "Miss Sherman had a car accident on the way to the court. She collided with a large truck. No one in the car survived."

Brian's fingers gripped the phone tightly. The edge of the metal seemed to be bent by his grip. Veins bulged on his well-defined fingers.

He slowly lowered his arm. The traffic was moving forward slowly. The navigation system was reminding him, "Two miles ahead, there's a major traffic accident on Third Ring Road South. We've redirected a route for you." Brian opened the car door and sprinted down the road.

It took him 13 minutes to cover a distance of two miles.

The scene was cordoned off. He watched as the ambulance pulled up alongside and the paramedics carried out the last body covered in a white sheet.

The corpse was wearing a prison uniform.

The ground was covered in blood and the air was filled with the foul smell of blood. He staggered and almost fell. He hurriedly held onto the guardrail beside him.

He stumbled and wanted to rush over. He did not believe it. Brian thought, 'How could Grace die? How could such a carefree person die?'

He had taken only two steps when he was stopped by the police, who forcibly led him to the non-motorized lane.

The ambulance left, leaving only blood and mess on the ground. Brian looked at the ground with a pale face.

He stood by the roadside as if his soul had been extracted. After an unknown period of time, Camren came and brought him away from the scene.

After Brian returned home, he locked himself in his room. He sat on the ground in a daze for a few hours.

His mind was filled with Grace's face.

Closing his eyes, he seemed to be able to see Grace smiling in this bedroom.

Outside the door, Melvin Duncan knocked on the door and asked him to eat. Brian's body, which had been stiff for a long time, slowly moved.

His bones made a crisp sound. He

seemed to have thought of something and stood up abruptly to rummage through the drawers and cabinets in the bedroom.

After looking around, he didn't seem to find what he was looking for. He sat on the ground dispiritedly.

He thought, 'Nothing... She had left nothing behind in this house."

"Mr. Brian, it's time to eat," Melvin shouted from outside.

Brian suddenly got up and opened the door. He rushed into the study and opened a drawer. He found a marriage certificate and a divorce certificate.

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He slowly flipped it open and saw

the photo of the two of them. He et

stretched out his finger and gently stroked it. Suddenly, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

As he laughed, a drop of liquid fell from the corner of his eye without warning.

Brian thought, 'How ironic. The only photo of us together, the only wedding photo, was photoshopped.'

There was a sudden sharp pain in his heart. He clutched his heart, which was empty and painful.

He thought, 'Why is it so empty and painful?'

Brian belatedly realized that because Grace once moved in and left. Even his heart was taken away after she left.