From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 129 Becoming Enemies

"He must have been a man you loved deeply," he began, "the father of your child.

That's why you're so invested. You had dreams of bearing his children, maintaining that connection, and perhaps even sharing a home one day, isn't that so?"

"Yes!"

"Say it once more!"

"Yes, yes!"

Penelope was prepared to gamble everything. After all, he would never accept the truth, so she might as well indulge his narrative and provoke him further!

"The father of my child pledged to wed me, and I am waiting for him," Penelope declared, "He's a gentle soul, thoughtful, and he promised me a future! He surpasses you a thousandfold, no, a millionfold!"

A vein pulsed ominously on Kelvin's forehead.

"You're deliberately trying to provoke me, aren't you, Penelope? Your words could be the death of me!"

She scoffed, a derisive smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "You can't even handle a few words..."

What about her? She had lost a life, a tiny, vibrant life.

Penelope's hands trembled violently as they slowly moved to her now flat belly.

It had been flat before, but back then, she knew that there was a life growing inside her.

Now...

Nothing. Everything was lost.

The child had been her reason to exist, and Kelvin had snuffed out that light with his own hands.

As of late, the only thing Penelope clung to was the memory of her parents. But they were aging... and eventually, they too would depart from her world. When that day arrived, she would be utterly alone, with no ties, and no one to anchor her.

Standing by her bedside, casting a looming shadow over her, Kelvin asked, "Penelope, aîer you certanir you warntitrupposerine??" often untregar creed, him, lern, larred, rhythméanly stroking her belly as if the child was still there.

"You have two choices," Kelvin broke the silence, "and I suggest you choose the easier path."

"What choices?"

a true husband and wife. Second, resist and despise me, but

different paths-any wise person would know which to choose

do it. She couldn't suppress her loathing and pretend as if nothing

second option?" her eyes met his. "What if I reject your well- paved road, choosing

seeing the

"I've made countless compromises, just to give birth to our child, just to let that child live

way for

I

outrightly rejected before. His hands

in her sterile hospital bed, Penelope's blanket slid off, revealing her pale

the sterile room. "Kelvin, you're so selfish. You always

orders.

of losing a child, the anguish of witnessing her parents' torment, the guilt of her own perceived helplessness... These emotions were entwined around Penelope, driving her to the brink of a complete breakdown

at Kelvin, scattering anything within her reach in a fit of rage. With a sweeping motion, she sent glasses and assorted items from

the bodyguard stationed outside. Thinking something was amiss, he burst into

her eyes

back of her hand. In a fit of frustration, she yanked

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were momentarily frozen: "Mr. Davis... Mrs.

stony rage as he silently watched her

truly despise you, I loathe you!" Penelope burst out. "Kelvin, you treat me

nothing's happened... How could I? Do you think I'm like Fiona or

her quietly, "Are

"Not even close!"

"Alright, then carry on."

are you so

I'm heartless," Kelvin affirmed, then barked sharply at the bodyguard, "Get out!"

commanded. "No matter what you hear, don't

other choice, the

hand and noticed the beads of blood on the

tried to pull away, but he gripped her

have a death wish?" he asked coldly. "Stopping the

retorted, "You might as well torture me to death." "You're not going to die. You're