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.

blood, lying on the

shedding a tear but bleeding all over,

a curtain separating them. On one side was the sound of Abbie whimpering and Kelvin

her womb. The child was almost four months old, making the miscarriage process exceptionally painful. The doctor couldn’t bear to watch and asked if she wanted anesthesia for the dilation

beside her. She wanted to

the feeling of blood slowly flowing out of her body was one of

could instantly become

out, Cheyenne wasn’t as strong

hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, he could picture her in his mind at that

and cared about her appearance,

must have

his grey face, Kelvin asked in a

choked, “I wanted to wake

year, Cheyenne held onto

end, what she waited for was Abbie’s official return to the country and a divorce

knew she should wake up, realizing that this relationship

she would come and play chess with this old

was a low-key person; his birthday had never 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, he didn’ know

Cheyenne…

so much effort for himself and

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! As long as I’m alive, I will protect her every day! Anyone who bullies Cheyenne is

went blank. He felt himself stupid for the first time. If time could rewind, he wanted to go

she would have forgotten how foolish she was back then.

me, and I gotta make him recover. After