Love That Never Loses the Chemistry

The day after my body was thrown into the river, my husband, Peter Samuel, called me back.

"Zoey Tyler, stop this nonsense! I won't marry Eleanor Shane, but I will keep her baby."

My soul floated into the air, and I saw Peter holding a pregnancy test report, stroking it gently with his fingers.

My mother-in-law sat on the sofa, feeding a woman soup gently.

The three of them looked happy.

I wonder

if they would be able to live happily like this if they knew I was dead.

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Peter hung up the phone as soon as he finished talking as if he was afraid to hear my rejection.

But he didn't know that I would never be able to speak again.

When the kidnapper's sharp knife was against my heart, Peter was holding the pregnancy test report with trembling fingers.

Perhaps Eleanor's pregnancy made him too excited to hear his phone. But he still didn't answer my call even after his phone kept ringing for three minutes.

"Mrs. Samuel." The kidnapper knocked on the surveillance screen impatiently. "You have one last chance. If Mr. Samuel doesn't pick up your call, I will send you to hell."

With shaking hands, I called Peter again.

"Peter, your phone is ringing." Eleanor pushed open the ward door and coughed a few times.

Peter's expression suddenly changed. "Why did you come out? Go back and lie down!"

"Peter, is that Ms. Tyler calling?" Eleanor smiled softly, her eyes sad and generous. "It's been ringing for so long. Why don't you answer it? She may have something important to tell you."

"It's okay." Peter interrupted her calmly, swiped his phone screen, and hung up.

Almost simultaneously, the sharp blade pierced my heart. The intense pain came along with the smell of blood, but my eyes were focused on Peter's face.

He was reaching out to tuck Eleanor's hair behind her ear.

His eyes looked so gentle and soft.

"Eleanor, I can give you everything except marriage after you have my baby."

I felt like laughing.

Peter probably had forgotten

about the day he proposed to me.

He also reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear.

His eyes were just as gentle and soft.

"Zoey, marry me. I can give you everything except money."

I was such a fool to say yes to him.

It was on a quiet night. The kidnappers threw my corpse into the river on the sly.

I seemed to have trouble reconciling myself to die like this, so my soul floated to the hospital.

Eleanor's ward was fully equipped and almost luxurious.

"Well, Peter is no longer the poor guy he used to be. He has plenty of money now.

He wouldn't even hesitate even if staying in the ward costs tens of thousands of dollars per night, let alone only one thousand." I thought.

"Oh, my sweetheart! My sweetheart!" The door was pushed open, and my mother-in-law trotted to Eleanor's bedside, holding her hand with a concerned look on her face. "Sweetheart, how did you faint? You scared me to death!"

Eleanor sat on the hospital bed, looking at Peter shily.

"Mom, Eleanor is pregnant."

My mother-in-law stood up from the stool and exclaimed with joy, "She's pregnant? I knew it! I knew it! That's great! Our Samuel family has an heir now! Thank you, God! Thank you!"

She clasped her hands together and bowed to the sky, then sat back on the stool, still excited. "Sweetheart, what do you want to eat? I'll cook for you. You are with child now. So you must be careful."

"Do you want pickled cucumbers? Pickled radishes? I'll..."

"Mom." Peter interrupted his mother, "Eleanor just woke up. Let her have a rest."

My mother-in-law nodded hurriedly, motioning Peter to follow her out.

As soon as the door was closed, my mother-in-law pinched Peter and said, "I'm warning you, Eleanor's baby will be the eldest grandson of our Samuel family. No matter how Zoey makes a fuss about you, you must keep that baby."

Peter took out a cigarette and said in a muffled voice, "Got it."

"Good. Take care of your wife! If anything happens to my precious grandson, I will never forgive you!"

She glared at Peter and walked away, mumbling in a moderate voice,

"She should be grateful that our Samuel family didn't abandon her! She's just liked a hen that can't lay eggs. I don't know why she's making a fuss every day!"

"Hehe.

I am Peter's wife. But they think I don't have the right to make a fuss.

They forgot who I ruined my health for and made me unable to get pregnant." I thought to myself.