She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 343: When She Miscarried, You Were Holding Another Woman

Even the proud and arrogant Kelvin would bow his head to apologize. The crowd was astonished, their gazes shifting towards the enchanting and youthful-looking woman.

Cheyenne’s heart was a mix of emotions. She had invested eight years, and all she got was a simple “I’m sorry.”

Taking a deep breath, a layer of frost covered her face as she gave a cold smile. “I don’t accept your apology, Kelvin. The child we lost can never come back, and it’s the same between us!” Things would never return to the way they were.

As he heard her resolute words, Kelvin’s eyes couldn’t help but moisten. He knew that even if he sacrificed his life, it wouldn’t be enough to repay the harm Cheyenne had endured. A dull ache in his chest made it almost unbearable to breathe.

With the truth revealed, Abbie had deceived him for eight years, causing the death of their child. Kelvin felt an intense desire to tear her apart into pieces!

A layer of coldness crept into the man’s deep-set eyes, making Abbie’s scalp tingle. Fearfully, she took a step back, licked her lips, and with a bitter smile, asked, “Kelvin, do you hate me?” “Shouldn’t I?” Kelvin sneered, his large hand clenched into a fist.

“Of course you shouldn’t! I’ve loved you since I saw you for the first time! Cheyenne came after me. How can she win you love instead of me?” Abbie’s defiant voice echoed in the corridor, eliciting laughter from onlookers.

Old Mr. Foley, without mincing words, retorted, “From the first day you entered my place, I knew you were far from the docile appearance you showed.”

Unfortunately, nobody believed his words. Old Mr. Foley thought of a little girl at most, engaging in harmless mischief, not capable of causing significant waves.

It was his contempt and disdain that led to the subsequent suffering Cheyenne endured.

Thinking of the unborn great-grandchild, old Mr. Foley couldn’t hold back the tears in his eyes. He lifted his cane like a weapon and struck Kelvin’s back with a resounding thud.

A clear sound of joints cracking reached everyone’s ears.

you know, on the day Cheyenne miscarried, she was covered in blood, lying on

a tear but

sound of Abbie whimpering and

her womb. The child was almost four months old, making the miscarriage process exceptionally painful. The doctor couldn’t bear to watch and

and Kelvin was right there beside her. She wanted

of blood slowly flowing out of her body was one

heart that could beat wildly could instantly become desolate, lifeless,

Cheyenne wasn’t as strong as

hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, he could picture her in

who was so delicate and cared about her appearance, even

miscarriage alone must have been

on his grey face, Kelvin asked in a pained, low voice, “Grandpa… why didn’t you tell

Mr. Foley wiped away the tears on his face, his voice choked, “I wanted to wake you up, but Cheyenne said

held onto the hope of giving Kelvin a

waited for was Abbie’s official

that this relationship had always been her

would come and play chess with this old man! And only

been publicly celebrated, to the point that even the Foley family forgot about it. It was him who suggested holding a banquet for his 70th birthday. First,

Cheyenne…

in so much effort for himself and this broken family, while

old face flushed with anger as he stomped his foot, announcing loudly, “When I saw her miscarriage, teetering on the brink of life and death, I thought, Cheyenne is my real granddaughter!

rewind, he wanted to go back to

Foley hadn’t brought up the matter again, she would have forgotten how foolish she was back then. She forced a smile and patted old Mr. Foley’s shoulder to comfort

Benson was blind because of me, and I