Remarried Three Times, I'm Done With My Trashy Husband

When they remarried for the fourth time, Blaire Bennett told Evan Everett it was their last chance. If he betrayed her again, she would leave him for good.

Evan had sworn absolute loyalty, hand over heart-then turned around and wrapped another woman in his arms.

Caught red-handed, he delivered his excuse with practiced ease. "I can't control the split personality. You can't punish me for something the other me did."

It was a pathetic lie, and Blaire had believed it three times.

Only moments ago, she had heard him admit with her own ears that the so-called split personality was nothing but an act-a convenient cover for cheating. That was when the truth finally tore through her.

The pain had carved into Blaire like a blade. She filed for divorce without hesitation.

This time, she would not look back.

......

Evan had claimed he lived with two personalities.

The primary one was refined and restrained, devoted to Blaire alone.

The other was reckless and feral, rotten in body and soul.

Blaire had married him three times for the first man-and divorced him three times because of the second.

Before their fourth attempt, she had made it clear-this was the end of the line.

Evan had checked himself into a private clinic and undergone half a month of electroconvulsive therapy, swearing he had eradicated the other personality for good. After he was discharged, he and Blaire had gone to courthouse and certified their fourth marriage.

But only two weeks into the marriage, Blaire ran straight into that so-called second personality again.

On the death track, a few heavy motorcycles were scattered across the asphalt. Evan leaned against one, his left arm loosely wrapped around a woman's slim waist, head tipped slightly as she lit his cigarette.

Through the smoke, his wind-tossed hair and the three silver studs along his ear gleamed with a wild arrogance-so familiar that Blaire felt herself plunge back into a nightmare she had barely survived.

Evan lifted his gaze and smiled at the woman. "Give me a kiss. For tonight's grand prize, I'd trade my life to win it back for you."

Evan's handsome face usually opened every door for him, but the woman remained cool, almost bored, as though even sparing him a glance was too generous.

"Mr. Everett, you must be joking. Everyone knows you've already crashed and burned with your wife four times. You have a perfectly intact family. Don't drag me into your games. No matter how badly I want my mother's keepsake back, I won't stoop to becoming a married man's mistress."

Brushed off, Evan did not take offense. Instead, he curved his lips in an indulgent smile. "Alright. I know you're jealous. But you know how I feel about you. If you want, I can divorce her for the fourth time. Don't make this harder than it needs to be, okay?"

Cora Hayes let out a cold laugh. "Pretty words are easy. I heard Ms. Bennett said this was your last chance. Aren't you afraid that if you divorce her to please me, she won't marry you again?"

With the cigarette between his teeth, Evan tapped his temple dismissively and smiled. "Did you forget? I have a split personality. Whatever the other me does has nothing to do with the real me."

His shameless words drew whistles and laughter.

"Cora, you just don't get Evan's kind of love. If Blaire were really that resolute, would she have remarried him three times? With a guy like Evan, what woman could walk away?"

"Exactly. Evan's the devoted type. Men at our level can keep as many women as we want. Since when do we have to tiptoe around the wife at home?"

Evan hurled his helmet at him, his expression turning glacial. "Watch your mouth. You want to keep your tongue or not?"

The man immediately lowered his head and fell silent.

Sensing the shift in mood, someone hurried to smooth things over. "Still, I'm curious. How do you always win your wife back?"

Evan exhaled slowly.

Through the haze, his face blurred. Even his voice sounded distant, detached-like it came from behind a veil.

"It's easy. Make a show of it. Block and delete every female contact in front of her. Transfer all the women out of headquarters. Avoid any event where women might show up. Let her believe she's the only one."

Not far away, Blaire stared at Evan's blurred profile, her eyes burning red.

Six years together. Four marriages. Had she truly never seen him for who he was?

The split personality had been nothing but a shield for infidelity. Divorce had become a bargaining chip he could toss out whenever it pleased a new lover.

And she had played the fool-tasting sweetness one moment, drowning the next.

She suddenly remembered the day of their fourth remarriage, how his voice had trembled as he swore he would never betray her again.

So that promise had lasted exactly two weeks.

Blaire smiled as she wiped away her tears-wiping him out of her blurred vision as well.

As she turned to leave, someone bumped into her.

The man began with a lazy apology, but when he saw her face, his voice shot up in panic. "Blaire? What are you doing here?"

The roaring track fell into sudden silence.

Blaire lifted her eyes and met Evan's stunned gaze.

Caught off guard by Blaire's sudden appearance, Evan's brow furrowed for the briefest second before his usual careless smirk returned. He tightened his arm around Cora's waist.

His friends reacted fast, forcing awkward smiles as they jumped in to smooth things over.

"Don't overthink it, Blaire. Evan's just having one of his episodes again. Don't blame him. He's been trying his best, but this isn't something he can control."

"She's just a promotional model from the club. It's their first time meeting. Evan would never betray you."

"Enough." Evan cut them off lightly. "Why are you explaining so much to her? It's not like she gets to tell me what to do."

One of the guys laughed nervously. "You've lost it, Evan. When you're back to normal, she's going to kick you out of house. I'd dial it down if I were you."

"Yeah, exactly. The weather's bad anyway. Let's skip the mountain run. Just head home with Blaire and make it up to her. You're newlyweds. No need to ruin the mood."

Blaire listened to their back-and-forth without a flicker of emotion.

She had seen this performance too many times.

Whenever Evan had one of his so-called episodes, his friends turned into matchmakers, lining up to plead his case in front of her.

That had been one of the reasons she kept going back.

Only because Evan appeared so deeply in love would the people around him sincerely regret their separation.

She had heard it all so many times and never once realized they were all in on the lie.

Cora slipped free from Evan's arm and strode over in her heels until she stood in front of Blaire.

"So you're the woman who divorced Evan three times and still refuses to let go? What is this, playing hard to get? Got bored and decided to remind him you still exist?"

One of the guys paled and grabbed her arm. "Cora, have you lost your mind? Who gave you the nerve to talk to Blaire like that?"

"Evan did." She looped her arms around Evan's neck and kissed him deeply, then tapped his chest twice with deliberate force.

"Does your promise still stand, Mr. Everett? One kiss for you risking your life on the death track." She glanced back at Blaire. "Or are you too busy running home to comfort that wife of yours who keeps crawling back and still isn't worth anything?"

Blaire never spoke. Her gaze rested quietly on Evan's face as she waited for his answer.

The next second, she heard him reply as if it were only natural. "You've already given me the prize. If I don't race, won't you be upset?"

Blaire lowered her eyes, hiding the bitterness rising in her chest.

Even now, he was still acting.

Evan put on his helmet and pinched Cora's cheek with indulgent affection. "I like you. Of course I don't want you upset."

The faint glimmer of hope in Blaire's eyes-one she hadn't even realized was there-was doused in an instant.

A person only had one heart. But for Evan, one had never been enough. He had split it in two-one half cherishing Blaire above all else, the other offering the same rehearsed devotion to anyone else.

Sensing the blade-sharp weight of Blaire's stare, Evan finally looked up. Through the visor, his eyes met hers. His lips still curved in a smile, but his voice had turned cold.

"What are you staring at? Whoever married you can deal with you. It's got nothing to do with me."

Nothing to do with him?

Blaire had thought she was already numb. Yet her heart still felt as though it were being carved open.

She took a slow breath and smiled-this time, sincerely. "Fine. Then I hope you get exactly what you want."

Her voice was light, like a breeze too fleeting to hold. Unease stirred inside Evan, sharp and sudden, and it worsened as Blaire turned and walked away without hesitation.

Just as he nearly called out to stop her, Cora spoke softly. "Tonight, you only get to choose one. If you pick her, don't ever come see me again."

Her voice dipped almost into a plea. "At least tonight, I'm not your mistress."

Evan sighed and gently ruffled her hair. "You hardly ever ask me for anything. How could I say no? Don't frown. Tonight, I'm yours."

Blaire never looked back. She walked away, step by steady step.

Not just tonight. From now on, Cora would no longer have to be the mistress.

Blaire was giving them her blessing.

Evan did not come home that night.

A heavy storm had swept in after dark, and the death track still claimed its victim.

Evan's car had flipped over the guardrail. Beyond it lay the raging coastline. One more roll and he would have been swallowed by the sea.

Cora had dragged him out of the water herself, nearly risking her own life to do it.

That same night, Blaire finalized the divorce agreement with her lawyer. The moment she unlocked her phone, headlines flooded the screen.

"Evan Everett dances with death for a beauty."

"The beauty who saved him-will he choose new passion or old desire?"

......

After clearing the sensational nonsense, Blaire noticed that Evan had called her over a dozen times an hour earlier. Judging by the timing, he must have just been declared out of danger.

She had intended to ignore it. But for the sake of the divorce papers, she went to the hospital anyway.

Evan's room was empty. After asking around, she found Cora's hospital room instead.

From the doorway, she saw Evan wrapped in bandages, sitting vigil beside Cora's bed. He held her hand tightly, as though afraid she might vanish if he loosened his grip.

As if sensing her presence, Evan turned. His eyes were bloodshot. "Honey," he rasped.

Blaire walked in and handed him the document. "Sign it."

"What is this?"

He did not need her answer. The words Divorce Agreement were printed clearly across the cover.

His face drained of color as he stared at her. "I almost died in that crash. You're not even going to ask if I'm hurt? You're asking for a divorce?"

Blaire was silent for a moment before she spoke. "If my husband died for another woman, would that be something I should feel proud of? Evan, my reputation matters too. If you'd actually died, you would have dragged my name through the mud with you. So while you're still breathing, sign."

His jaw tightened, a vein pulsing at his temple.

"Everyone knows my primary and secondary personalities are different. Who, besides you, would blame a patient with dissociative identity disorder for being emotionally inconsistent? As for reputation, do you even have one left? Why are you so obsessed with meaningless pride that you keep giving up on me-on my feelings-over and over again?"

Blaire's fists clenched so hard her nails dug into her palms. Her voice trembled despite her restraint. "Evan, I'm the one giving up? I heard you. You're not sick at all..."

A strained groan slipped from Cora's lips. Evan immediately stood and leaned over her, checking on her condition with anxious care. Every gentle movement, every worried glance, cut so sharply that Blaire could barely stand there another second.

She repeated, more firmly, "Sign it."

"Blaire, do you have to be this aggressive? My secondary personality is a complete individual with his own thoughts. I gave him up once for you, but he came back. I can't strip him of his rights again."

Evan lowered his head, dragging a hand through his hair in exhaustion. Anger and agitation were tightly restrained in his voice.

"Blaire, you can't be this heartless and this greedy. We were happy-but what about them? They would die for each other. Their love isn't any less than ours."

Blaire had no interest in hearing another lie.

"Evan, either you sign, or I file through the court. Your choice."

He looked at her steadily, certainty soft in his tone. "You can't leave me. I know you love me. Just like I love you. We can't be apart. Honey, we've already divorced three times over this. Can you stop being difficult? Try to be understanding. Don't make this a scene."

Blaire let out a quiet laugh. "You think I'm making a scene?"

Evan said nothing. His flat, untroubled gaze answered for him.

She nodded once, unwilling to waste another word. "Then let's find out."