When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1385 What Would You Do

After hearing that, Ernest couldn't help but feel helpless. He took several harsh drags from his cigarette, then extinguished the butt and tossed it into the trash can.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Do you think I didn't want to tell Vivian? Let me ask you, if you were in her shoes, knowing all this, what would you do? Should she wait for me for a few more years until my current wife passes away before I marry her?" Ernest asked. Upon hearing that, Mason was at a loss for words.

Then, he said, "However, if you go on like this, once Vivian learns the truth, she's bound to despise you. Have you considered whether she truly loves Zachary?"

Mason often saw Vivian and Zachary bickering. As such, he thought she didn't like Zachary and that perhaps she married the latter only to seek revenge against Ernest.

Ernest lit another cigarette. "I was afraid of this very situation, which is why I hoped she would think more carefully about marrying Zachary. The last thing I wanted was for her to regret it."

"The day after tomorrow, they'll be married, and nothing can be undone by then. You need to tell her the truth. Whether she chooses to marry Zachary, waits for you, or perhaps chooses no one at all, she deserves to know," Mason stated. As a man, he understood Ernest was only thinking about Vivian, not wanting to hold her back.

However, in love, the right to know was also very significant. Abruptly ending a relationship without any given reason could potentially cause more pain to the other person than the truth itself.

Mason could tell that while Vivian appeared optimistic on the surface, in reality, she was far from genuinely happy.

"Let me think about it some more," Ernest said, his gaze lowered.

"Right," said Mason before leaving.

After he left, Ernest stared blankly at the scenery outside the window.

After an indeterminate amount of time, his phone began to ring. He picked it up and saw that it was his wife calling. "Darling, what's wrong?"

"Ernest, why haven't you returned yet? Are you working overtime?" asked Jennifer.

Ernest glanced at the time. It was already half past seven in the evening. Surprisingly, he had completely lost track of time. "Sure, I'll be back soon. You don't have to wait for me. Go ahead and eat. I don't want you to be hungry." "I know. I had my meal a while ago."

"That's good then."

Just as Ernest was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly heard Jennifer say, "Ernest, let's get a divorce."

Ernest was left stunned on the spot. "What are you saying?"

"I understand why you married me, and I know that Ms. Kennedy has always held a place in your heart,"

Jennifer said. "I don't want to holdet

you back. Let's get a divorce. Ms. Kennedy is about to get married. You still have a chance, so please, don't make yourself unhappy."

Upon hearing those words, Ernest quickly clarified, "Jennie, you've misunderstood. Vivian and I ended things a long time ago. There's no chance for us."

Jennifer stood outside the house,

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gazing into the pitch-black night. She held back the pain brought on by cancer, forcing a smile. Impossible, hmm? He didn't say he had moved on.

She took a deep breath. "Yeah, I know. You should head home early for dinner."

"All right." Only then did Ernest hang up the phone.

Jennifer was alone, staring at Ernest's phone number displayed on her mobile screen. Subconsciously, her eyes became slightly moist.

Back then had she known that her father was exploiting her gratitude, using her illness to gain Ernest's sympathy and arrange their marriage, she certainly would have refused.

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Jennifer found herself alone outside.

News had spread all around Tudela that Vivian was set to marry the son of the Sinclair family.

She stared at the smiling woman on the news and genuinely felt sorry for Ernest. "Ernest, you were supposed to be with her."

After she finished muttering to herself, she dialed a number and called Vivian.

The call connected quickly.

"Hello, who is this?" Vivian had just finished eating and was somewhat puzzled. Who's calling me so late?

"My name is Jennifer. I'm Ernest's wife. Could we possibly meet?"