The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

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Chapter 685 Mr. Augustine, I miss you
“Ah, listen to the good news first. Today the babies moved. Just now they kicked me!”
“The bad news is I’m not very good looking now. Every day I see the speed of aging through the naked eye. Mr. Augustine, I’m going to get more and more ugly. Will you despise me?”
“Of course not. Luckily, you don’t see me. You aren’t here.”
While saying that, Olive raised her hand to brush the long hair on her cheeks. As her slender fingers slipped in, they shoved a lot of hair out.
She started losing her hair.
Olive froze for a moment and quickly hid the large pile of hair so he couldn’t see. She reached out to turn off the video. “Oops, let’s start over.”
In the next video, Olive, more than six months pregnant, appeared in the camera but wore a hat on her head. In a flash, the wrinkles on her face turned into deep wrinkles, and she looked like she was in her fifties.
Olive was sitting on a rattan chair, looking at the camera. She tried to smile, but the light in her eyes wasn’t as bright as before.

“Mr. Augustine, long time no see. Today I wore a hat because I have sh aved off my hair. I turned bald. I’m afraid I will scare you, so I put on a hat. At first, I wanted to cover my face, but forget it, Mr. Augustine. Even if I am ugly now, you must hold back and say nothing!”
“My belly is big, the babies are healthy. They are growing healthy in my belly. My mom said that the boy on the left was very quiet. When he is born, he must be very cold. He is a copy of yours, while the couple on the right is energetic and usually kicks me. They must be my copies. I am very happy to have our children with me every day.”
At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, Joyce’s voice came in: “Olive, it’s time to eat. You haven’t eaten in days. Although every time you eat a lot, you always throw up. You can only rely on injected nutrition. I’m bringing you some millet porridge. Eat a lot.”
Joyce came over. Olive probably smelled it, crouched down, and vomited immediately, and the video hastily stopped.
In the next video, Olive was more than seven months pregnant, sleeping in her bed, and Joyce was giving her needle therapy.
Her sleeves were lifted up, revealing her arms covered with pinholes, bruised and pale, terrifying to
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By that time, Olive had lost a lot of weight and was emaciated, but her belly had been huge for over seven months, and because of triplets, her belly appeared to be much larger than that of those who were about to give birth. She was much older again, like an old woman in her sixties. Olive was lying on the bed and looking at the camera. Although she was smiling, her eyes were blurred. She said, “Mr. Augustine, rest assured. The babies are fine. Now I can’t get out of bed. I have to stay in bed to raise the babies. Now I will definitely be able to endure until the day of delivery, and will definitely bring them to this world safely and healthy.
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Olive slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips resting on the camera. She said softly, “It’s just…. Mr. Augustine, I think… I’m starting to miss you.’
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In the next video, Olive was more than eight months pregnant. This video was shot in the middle of the night, the light was so dim that her face couldn’t be seen clearly.
Chapter 635 Mr. Augustine, I miss you
As the video was opened, there was a sad silence, then he heard her so bs. She said, “Mr. Augustine, I miss you. I miss you so much.”
Once there, she curled up in the blanket, buried her face in it, and talked a lot to herself, incoherently.
“President Augustine, you must still hate me now. Did you forget about me? Did you start dating… a new girlfriend…?”
“It’s good, it’s really good. When I planned to leave you, I just didn’t want to drag you down and didn’t want to become your weakness. I was prepared m entally, so it’s good to let go. Mr. Augustine, those women will definitely rush to you, and they will… take my place.”
“At first, I could stand it. I thought I could do it. Even without you, my children and I can live very well, but… at this moment, I regret it. Mr. Augustine, I wish you could be with me…”
“I’m afraid. I fear every day. I don’t dare… tell anyone. I feel hurt. It hurts. It hurts… I get older every day, from twenty to thirty… sixty years old… then eighty years old. I’m so old that I don’t know myself… I can’t sleep every night. Pain and fear surround me like demons, devouring me… Sometimes I even feel, the next second I’ll have to hold on, or else I’ll die…
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