Chapter 9
I had waited in my dressing room for hours on the day of my wedding, only to receive news of my family and relatives running into some car troubles on the way to the wedding venue.
I still remember Conan gently cradling my face that day, consoling me and telling me that his parents would be my parents anyway, and even if my father wouldn’t be able to walk me down the aisle, his father would gladly do so on my father’s behalf.
It wasn’t until much later that I learned the vehicles that the Grandes sent to pick my parents and relatives up hadn’t run into any car troubles at all.
Instead, the Grandes had brought them to another hotel and deposited everyone there with a buffet line.
And, Conan had known about that plan the entire time.
“Mom, why don’t you go and get some rest? I’ll take care of him.
After gently shooing my parents out of the room, I was the only one left with Conan in the room.
I knew that he wasn’t asleep. So, I said, “Your fever has already gone down. If you still don’t have the strength or energy to drive back tomorrow, get the company driver to bring you back.”
I got up to leave, but he suddenly grabbed my hand weakly.
“I was wrong, Ingrid. I know that now. I’ve already fired Mindy and blocked her contact on all my social media. I-
Conan then started coughing hard.
I hadn’t needed him to tell me that Mindy had been fired. I’d already heard about it through the grapevine.
In fact, my Instagram algorithm decided to show me a hilarious video of Mindy begging and crying her eyes refusing to leave the company no matter what.
out
the day she got fired,
As a result of Mindy’s behavior that day, she overexerted her body and went into a cardiac ambulance while a crowd of people watched the whole drama unfold.
rrest.
She
had then been carted off in an
“Let me get things straight with you for the final time, Conan Grande. It doesn’t matter whether or not Mindy had been in the picture. What matters is that I find you filthy and disgusting.”
de me want to throw up.
He was filthy and disgusting from both senses of the mind and the body. Every inch of Conan just He tried his best to sit up on the bed and said in a hoarse voice, “I know, I know you hate me because of that tattoo. It’s fine… I’ll make sure that you see how sincere I am this time.”
There was a peeled, browning apple, and a small fruit knife on the bedside table that my mom had left behind after cutting up the fruit for him.
I watched with wide eyes as Conan grabbed the knife, pointed the blade at the tattoo on the side of his body, and started slashing up the flesh bearing the tattoo until it was a bloody, gory mess.
“Please, Ingrid, I’m begging you.”
Conan’s forehead was covered in large beads of sweat. As he got down, he tripped slightly over the blankets and fell to his knees before
- me.
The dark red stains on his hands bloodied my clothes.
“Let’s not get divorced. I don’t want to get divorced from you.”
Conan continued to plead with his bloody hands, but I just rose to my feet in absolute disgust and took a couple of steps back, brushing invisible dust from my shoulders.
“In the event you feel that you’re about to die from too much blood loss, remember to dial 911 before you pass out. Don’t you dare die in my house. It’s just bad luck.”
When he saw that I had left determinedly, Conan lost all hope and gradually lowered his eyes, glancing weakly at the fruit knife in his hand for a long, long time.
He drove off quietly before the sun rose the next day.
It hadn’t been long after he left that the skies suddenly turned gray and a thunderstorm immediately followed.
Chapter 9
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About 10:29 am later on the same day, I received a call from an unknown number.
“Hello, are you Ms. Ingrid Zinger, wife of Mr. Conan Grande? I’m calling from the emergency unit in Central Hospital. Your husband got into a very serious accident on the road, and his life is still in critical danger. Please hurry over to the hospital as soon as you can!”
I listened to the urgent voice on my phone while my eyes drifted toward the window and stayed locked on the heavy downpour outside instead.
The night I’d been told I had a miscarriage, I had actually gritted my teeth and called Conan right after dialing 911. However, it took forever for him to finally answer my call.
I was crying as I told Conan that I had never experienced such sharp pain from my stomach before, and I begged him to come home as quickly as he could.
At that time, Conan had been at a random friend’s gathering, and I could also hear Mindy’s sultry giggles in the background. When he learned that I’d already called 911 before calling him, Conan flew into a rage, fuelled by alcohol, and yelled at me. “Ingrid fucking Zinger, why the fuck are you such a clingy old fuck? It’s just a fucking stomachache, for fuck’s sake! It’s not like you’re fucking pregnant or anything, you absolute fucktard. And you say that you’ve already calling the fucking emergency services?
“Oh my god, stop fucking crying, for god’s sake! I know you’re faking it. I don’t have time to fuck around with you. Fuck off and leave me alone!”
“Hello? Hello, Ms. Zinger, can you hear me?”
Since I hadn’t said a single word since picking up the phone, the doctor on the other end repeated everything he just said, including details about Conan’s deteriorating situation.
However, I just smiled and said, “Sorry, you got the wrong number.”
One year later, my divorce was finally granted by the court, and I had the papers to prove it. I didn’t even spare a glance at Conan, who was seated in a wheelchair looking absolutely haggard and defeated. Instead, I just continued chatting excitedly with Samantha as we planned a feast to celebrate our win.
Just as we were about to climb into our cars, we suddenly heard a soft meow and immediately directed our attention to it.
The sound had core from a very cute and friendly female cat that was pure white in color.
Since I had won a handsome amount of money from the divorce settlement, Samantha smiled at me and said, “It seems like the old wives‘ tale is true–that white cats are lucky and can bring you good fortune.”
I hunted around and found a cardboard box lying on the ground. After getting the cat inside the box, I gently booped it on its nose and said, “In that case, your name shall be Lucky from today onward.”
Lucky seemed to understand everything I said and meowed loud and proud, like it was looking forward to the future with me.
