Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 140 Amelia tried to scramble out of the car, but her legs buckled beneath her. She collapsed onto the freezing pavement, clutching her face as blood trickled from her nose.

"Why the hell should I apologize to Janice?" she shrieked. "She's the one ruining my marriage! She should be begging me for forgiveness!"

Simon was completely taken aback upon hearing this. Being as two-faced as he was, his fury erupted, and he let every cruel thought escape without restraint.

"And what exactly did she ruin? Was there ever even an 'us' to begin with? Stop deluding yourself! Let me spell it out for you again-I only agreed to marry you out of pity. To be brutally honest, I just wanted to see the day when someone as arrogant and self-important as you would finally be brought to your knees!

"Do you really think anyone would want someone with HIV? You were nothing to me before, and now, you're even less than that!"

On that cold, snowy night, Simon's words hit like a slap of ice, leaving Amelia frozen in shock and her mind reeling.

W-What?

He had nothing but pity for her?

He longed to see her break beneath him?

Had Simon really stopped loving her?

As the shocking revelation unfolded, the Appletons stood frozen in disbelief.

HIV?

Amelia truly contracted

the helpless

you accountable. Yet here you are, causing even more trouble! Like it or not, you will

"Let go of me!"

strength, her voice laced with fury. "Do you really think

leeching off Janice! Without her, you're just a lost kid, stumbling in every direction! So tell me, what exactly gives you

a sharp slap echoed through the

could endure many things, but being compared to Janice was infuriating beyond measure. To him, Janice meant nothing. And who the hell did Amelia

swiftly restrained him. All Adam could do was seethe in

thought, Simon grabbed Amelia again, shoved her into the car, and

jabbed a finger at Adam. "Let me warn you-stay in

as the car drove away, stomping

quickly ushered his wife and daughter back into their villa. "So, Dad... Does that mean Amelia and Mr. Fitzgerald were never

weary sigh. "That's

monopolizing the market and specifically targeting Mr. Fitzgerald's company, Refined Threads

Elste pressed.

"Yeah."