The Dying Ex-Wife Outplays Everyone

Synopsis

In the fifth year after my release from prison, I ran into Rocky Summers while selling handmade bracelets. Dressed in a tailored suit, he looked completely out of place in the smoky, bustling stall area. When his gaze fell on my hands, roughened with thin calluses, he froze for a moment. He stepped forward, his voice low and husky. He said, "I'll take everything here." I flinched as if scalded, pulling my hands back and clutching the cheap-bead strings to my chest. My eyes reddened instantly, and my voice trembled as if it might break any second. I said, "Mr. Summers, please keep your distance. If someone sees us, they'll say I'm shamelessly clinging to my ex-husband again. My reputation is already ruined, but I wouldn't dare tarnish yours." His breath hitched, pain flooding his eyes. He said, "Wendy, must you draw such a clear line between us?" I lowered my head, a cold, faint smile touching my lips.