Chapter 173 Begging for a Remarriage
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Everything had happened in a blink of an eye. Calista didn’t know what to think. All she saw was
Hector not dodging the blow.
There were quite a few onlookers but no one dared to approach because of the knife the man had
in hand.
Calista grabbed a stick from a booth next to them and rushed at the assailants. She relentlessly
struck them over their heads.
Hector kicked the last one to the ground and held Calista in his arms. He took the stick out of her
hands to prevent her from accidentally harming an innocent.
“Enough. You scared them away.”
The group of men was quickly taken into custody by the police on patrol. Calista stared at Hector’s
ripped shirt. He was dressed in black but she could still make out the blood stains in the light.
“We’re going to the hospital.”
It seemed she had recently been down on her luck. She was constantly in and out of the hospital.
“It’s just a tiny scratch. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”
Hector had kept enough distance. He wasn’t going to let some punks put him in the hospital.
Wouldn’t his pride as a man be lost then? She frowned.
“No.”
He immediately tried to compromise.
“You can dress my wound for me then. There’s a pharmacy that runs 24 hours located downstairs.
where our hotel is.”
Back at the hotel, he took a shower in his room before going to see Calista with the necessary
medical supplies. He only had a T–shirt on. He lifted the hem and took it off.
The wound, the length of a finger, had blistered and oozed blood. It wasn’t a serious injury but it
did seem particularly gruesome. Calista used a cotton swab and iodine to disinfect the wound.
Yara, meanwhile, was sorting through the photos she had taken today to post them on her social
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Hector was truly a product of the military. He had a spectacular physique that looked impressive
whether he was dressed or not.
He had well–defined musculature with the lines of his abdominal muscles dipping into the
waistband of his pants. He exuded a potent masculine charm.
Calista was tending to his wound. The man’s assertive frame and bronzed skin formed a contrast
with the woman’s slender and fair fingers. It was a striking image.
Yara added a filter over top, drawing out an ambiguous allure from the screen.
She then uploaded it with a caption that said, “A happy divorce trip. The right way to rescue a
damsel in distress.”
Their faces were not shown in the photo but it garnered a slew of comments.
“A new love interest? That body is insane!”
“When did you get married?”
Yara replied, “That’s my best friend. She’s celebrating her escape from a scumbag. Is this what it’s
like to fall in love a second time?”
She had Lucian added to her friend list. But the account was nothing more than a ghost account.
The man never liked anything, never replied, or engaged in conversations.
But Yara knew that a certain someone would be keeping an eye on her recent social media posts.
The next day, the trio went to Oakcross Garden. On their way up to the peak, they encountered a
bridge adorned with flags.
It was an area bustling with people. Eager buyers were purchasing strips of colored cloth.
Calista wasn’t particularly interested in the festivities and didn’t bother to get in on the action.
Both she and Yara were exhausted after having climbed uphill. They decided to take a break at
the rest stop.
Hector approached them carrying two strips of colored cloth.
“They say your wish will be granted if you make a wish at this bridge. We should give it a try.”
Calista eyed the couples walking hand–in–hand along the bridge and remarked, “Isn’t this
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“Just make a wish. Who cares what bridge it is? Who knows what god would hear your prayer and grant you a blessing.”
He then snoved the cloth and a pen into her hands.
“Write something down. Something like you hope the year would go well or whatever. Don’t shoot the messenger but you’re down on your luck. The cops from last night said that there has never been a robbery on that street.”
Calista was silent. She also thought she had been very unlucky recently. She handed the colored cloth in her hand off to Yara.
“Do you have another one?”
Yara showed her feet.
“Spare me. I don’t want to walk anymore. You two can go on ahead. I’ll wait here.”
She had no intentions of being a third wheel. Otherwise, her social media posts would’ve been in
vain.
Hector wrote his wish on the cloth and then turned to see what Calista had written. What he saw
had him bursting into laughter.
“May the year ahead be a smooth sailing one.”
Most of the people on the bridge were couples. As they made their way onto it, he held out his
hand toward Calista.
“Should we try blending in? Everyone here is holding hands. Us being here feels like we’re here to
challenge someone to a fight.”
Calista was just about to speak when her phone rang. It was Gloria. She frowned and hung up.
Barely two minutes later, Gloria sent a voice message. She was so angry that she didn’t sound like
herself.
“You ungrateful child! You exhumed your grandfather’s grave without consulting us?”
“If your grandfather were still alive, he’d be furious!”
Calista was puzzled. She was calling Lucian without thinking about it.
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No one answered no matter how many times she tried She wasn’t certain if he was messing with her or if he didn’t receive her calls. She apologized to Hector and left where they had come from.
Hector was frowning as he grabbed onto her
“What’s going on?”
“I have urgent business to attend to back at Capeton. You and Yara can go one without me.”
He turned to look at the remaining few steps to reach the end of the bridge.
“We’re almost there. You’re already here. We should go check it out before you leave.”
She shook him off.
“Maybe next time. I need to go.”
As she turned around, the hem of her clothing brushed past his fingers.
He watched her disappear into the crowd and clenched his hands into fists. He followed her after
a few seconds.
“I’ll drive you.”
The cloth he had been holding onto was caught in the wind and sent flying to the cliffs.
On it, he wrote with a gold pen, “I wish the girl I love will love me back.”
Back at the graveyard in Capeton, Cade yawned. He was growing impatient.
“Why can’t you just woo a girl the normal way? Why the hell did you exhume someone’s
grandfather’s grave?”
Lucian shot him a dry look.
“Who said I was trying to woo her?”
“You’re not? Why else would you move her grandfather’s grave to the Northwood cemetery? Are
you trying to piss off your future wife, or are you trying to give Calista a hard time?”
After all, nobody wanted to spend their holidays in the company of their ex–spouse’s family.
“Her grandfather liked it when things were lively. He wouldn’t have wanted to be laid to rest there.
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The overgrown weeds, the desolate area, and bird droppings on the tombstone. It seemed no one
had come by at all.
Given Gloria’s nature, it was likely she wouldn’t spend a cent on weed the gravesite and have
repairs done
“Besides, Calista had been my wife for three years. Won’t the Northwoods end up a laughingstock
if others find out that her grandfather was laid to rest in a place like that?
“But it has nothing to do with you, his former grandson–in–law, whether he likes it or not.”
Cade snorted
“If you want to remarry her, just apologize and woo her back to your side.”
“She’s the one who demanded for a divorce. All I did was go along with her wishes. I’m not the one
at fault. Why should I apologize?”
“Do you expect Calista to apologize to you and beg you to take her back then?”
“What do you think?”
Cade’s eyes traced the name engraved onto the headstone.
“I’d smack you if I were Calista!”
The sound of a screeching brake echoed the moment he finished. Calista got out of the car
bristling with anger as she strode toward the two men. The rush of air from her dress made the
nearby leaves rustle.
She immediately took notice of the headstone with her grandfather’s name on it.
“What do you think you’re doing, Lucian?”
Lucian looked at the red–faced woman with a condescending look on his face.
He casually answered, “You were the one who wanted to find your grandfather a nicer plot with a
better view. In consideration of our marriage, I decided to help you fulfill that wish.”
Fulfill what wish? A burning anger surged in her eyes.
“I am asking you why you took it upon yourself to lay my grandfather to rest here.”
