Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 66

“You have to take it out…” Calen suddenly said.

“What?” Monica frowned, her face twisting in disbelief. “What did you–you want me to take it out?” Why was he talking as if there wasn’t a child inside her but some sort of garbage that she could dispose of anytime? “You want me to take it out?” she chuckled, disbelief filling her gaze.

He glared at her in response. “Did you really think I’m gonna marry you or something?”

“Calen, this is your child, and you want me to kill it?”

“Who knows whose child that is?”

Monica opened her mouth. “You” She didn’t know what to say, Was this the same Calen she had been seeing for the past few months? The same man who had slept with her in the same bed countless times?

Monica clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she stared at him. The disbelief in her eyes quickly gave way to anger. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, her body trembling as she stepped closer to him.

Calen crossed his arms, his jaw tight. “What’s unbelievable is you thinking I’d fall for this. Do you really think I’m that stupid, Monica? I fucking know you are trying to trap me!”

She let out a humorless laugh and shook her head. “Trap you? You think I want to spend the rest of my life dealing with you? Don’t flatter yourself, Calen. I just thought you’d have the decency to take responsibility for your own actions.”

“My actions?” He scoffed, taking a step toward her. “This is your mess. Who knows who else you’ve been sleeping with? Don’t act like you’re some innocent victim here. And don’t you fucking think that I am going to ruin my life because of some slut!”

Monica’s hands shot up to her head, gripping her hair in frustration before dropping them to her sides. She glared at him, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. “You’re disgusting” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I wasn’t expecting you to marry me, Calen. God, no. But I thought-” She stopped, shaking her head as tears brimmed in her eyes.

ruin my life? That I’d believe every word out of your mouth without question? I didn’t force you to

hand lashed out before she could stop herself, striking his cheek. The slap echoed in the room, her palm stinging from the impact. Calen’s head turned slightly, but

either of them could process what had happened, Calen’s hand flew up, connecting with her face. The force of the slap sent her stumbling backward. She hit the floor with a thud, her hands bracing against the cold tiles as blood trickled from the corner of her lips.

herself up, one hand wiping at the blood on her mouth. She glared at him, her eyes filled with fury. “You really are a monster,” she

Calen’s chest heaved as he stood over her, his fists still clenched at his sides. “Seems like you are even dumber than I

She pointed a finger at him, her hand shaking. “You think this fixes anything? You think having this child out of me would fix anything?” She took a step

you fucked me in the bed you shared with her. I will tell her how you liked me better. How you fucking used to scream my name as you fucking came inside me! I

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she let out a cold, humorless chuckle. “No, Calen. Izzy might ask you to marry me to give this child future–if she knew. But guess what?” Her lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with fury. “I’ll tell her everything. How you forced me to destroy this child. How you hurt. me How you, the man she once loved, demanded I erase your own blood like

whisper, each word laced with venom. “You know Izzy as well as I do, Calen. Do you really think she’d ever take you back? Do you honestly believe her conscience would allow her to forgive you after learning the monster

her words settle in the room, her gaze piercing through him like a dagger. “Face it, Calen.

was right. Izzy would never forgive him if she knew. Then there was also his mother. Cecil would never tolerate something like this. She would never tolerate

You know I’m right, don’t you? You’re pathetic, Calen. A loser who’s so

could stop himself, his hand shot up to strike her again. But this time, Monica caught his wrist mid–air. Her fingers gripped his arm tightly

she stared him down. “You’re really willing to kill our child, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice steady.

Monica?” This woman isn’t stupid. He knew that she