When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1392 Regretting Her Decision

Upon hearing this, Ernest was taken aback.

"She never sought me out, and I'm currently at my own place. Is something the matter?"

The answer had Zachary finally breathing a sigh of relief. "It's nothing."

With that, he ended the call.NôvelDrama.Org content.

Ernest stared at his phone, lost in thought. He was so absorbed that he didn't even notice when his wife, Jennifer, had walked up behind him.

Jennifer's face was notably pale. "Ernest, it's not too late. I can tell Ms. Kennedy has never forgotten you. If you just go to her and explain everything, she will surely return to your side." Upon hearing her words, Ernest snapped back to reality, turning around to look at her.

"Why are you bringing this up again? Haven't I made myself clear? Now that I've married you, I won't have any relations with other women."

Jennifer found herself in a strange predicament when she heard that. She should've been happy, yet for some reason, her heart clenched in pain.

She let out a sigh.

"I understand. However, if you change your mind, make sure to let me know in advance."

She genuinely didn't want Ernest to settle for her.

As a woman, she hoped that her husband married her out of love and not because of some perceived obligation.

Jennifer had also spent the night without sleep. When she laid back down on the bed, she still couldn't fall asleep.

Ernest didn't notice her odd behavior. He stood alone on the balcony, lighting one cigarette after another, mulling over the meaning behind Zachary's words. Had Vivian disappeared?

Could she really be regretting her decision to marry Zachary?

Ernest's emotions were particularly tangled. He hesitated for a long time before finally grabbing his coat.

As he was leaving, he told Jennifer, "I'm stepping out for a bit; I'll be back soon."

Before Jennifer could even respond, she was left staring at the man's retreating figure, the sound of the door closing echoing in the house.

She lay alone in the vast room, feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

"Ernest, I want to go home," she murmured to herself.

She knew that Ernest would never let go of Vivian.

Isn't it often said that one's first love is the hardest to forget?

Jennifer pondered on what Ernest had said, that there would be no divorce and only death could part them.

Getting up from the bed, she changed into a fresh set of clothes. Then, she applied light makeup, concealing her pale complexion, before heading to the rooftop terrace. The morning after a rainfall was particularly refreshing.

Jennifer also felt a slight chill. She found a place to sit down, watching the constant stream of traffic below.

After Ernest left, he went straight to the Kennedy residence.

The Kennedy family was also hosting a banquet, but it was for their daughter's wedding.

Roland was also visibly upset today because his daughter had not attended, and she wasn't answering his calls either.

"What on earth is she thinking? The

banquet is already all set! Is she

planning on calling off the wedding? What am supposed to do? She didn't 't

ven give me a clear anne

I go ahead with this banquet or not? Hopefully, she won't do anything foolish."

Roland was talking to himself, oblivious to the fact that Ernest had arrived and was standing right in front of him. "Mr. Kennedy."

A chilly voice echoed above Roland, and as he lifted his head, he was met with the all too familiar face of Ernest.

Disgust filled his eyes instantly.

"What are you doing here, pretty boy? Trying to steal the bride? Let me tell you, you don't stand a chance! Do you know who our dear Vivian is set to marry? The heir of the Sinclair family, Zachary Sinclair!"

When Roland spoke of Zachary, his face was beaming with pride.

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Ernest stared at the older man, realizing he hadn't changed at all. Thus, he responded without any reservation, "Don't worry, I'm not here to steal the bride. Even if Kwere, there's nothing you could do to me

now."

He was no longer the powerless and idle young man he once was.