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?"

live with me, as a true husband and wife. Second, resist and despise me, but I assure you, your life

paths-any wise person would

loathing and pretend as if nothing had transpired-remain docilely by Kelvin's side, his trapped songbird, his possession. She wasn't the type of woman to live in someone else's shadow. Nor was it the life

eyes met his. "What if I reject your well- paved road, choosing instead the

you're not seeing the

countless compromises, just to give birth to our child, just to let that child live even if I never got to

way for us

'us'!" Penelope interrupted him. "Kelvin, I am me, you are

been so outrightly rejected before. His hands at his sides clenched and

revealing her pale hospital gown. The stark white of the fabric only

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

I refuse to follow your orders. We are enemies, forever bound by a lifelong

grief 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

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

scattering fragments echoed across the tiled floor, alarming the bodyguard stationed outside. Thinking something was amiss, he burst into the room with a swift kick,

her eyes

needle from the back of her hand. In a fit

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

as he silently watched her outburst. Penelope had her

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

you expect me to stay by your side as if nothing's happened... How could I? Do you think I'm like Fiona or some

looked at her quietly, "Are you

"Not even close!"

"Alright, then carry on."

so calm? Because

I'm heartless," Kelvin affirmed, then barked sharply at the

don't come in. And no

other choice, the bodyguard reluctantly

Penelope's hand and noticed the beads of blood on the back

to pull away, but he gripped

death wish?" he asked

as well torture me to death." "You're not