Chapter 137

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the bed. Casting me a determined look, he inquired, “Do you still feel bad?”

His question made me freeze. “Feel bad?”

“About my injury.”

I lowered my head and chuckled. Shaking my head, I responded, “No, Ashton. Whether you live or die is none of my concern anymore.”

I knew those words would make him angry and lead to a fight.

Yet, I still voiced them out.

He stared at me for a long while before he finally asked, “Scarlett, I never have a place in your heart, do I?”

“Yes.” I nodded as my chest tightened. Breathing out slowly, I averted my eyes from his gloomy gaze and muttered, “When Grandpa asked me to marry you, I agreed to it because you’re the dream husband of all girls—handsome and rich. In the beginning, I hoped for a beautiful love story. That was why I married you happily. However, as time passed by, I realized it had just been wishful thinking.”

Rebecca was all that was needed to defeat me.

“So?” It was a grim look on his face and a cold sneer on his lips. “John’s appearance made you realize that you can choose someone who likes and adores you. On the other hand, I became less important to you. Is that so?”

fury burned bright in my chest, and I raised my voice. “Yes! Why do I have to remain by your

in the room turned tense. “Scarlett, you think too simple of the world. What are you planning to do now? Are you going to divorce me and get together with John? Let me tell you this. You can dream on.

He would rather drag this on than to see me live a happy life. I was on the verge of a breakdown from enduring the upset for such a long time. I swept the lights and decorations off the headboard, and they shattered on the ground. “Why can you do anything you want with Rebecca, but I can’t? Ashton, let me tell you the truth. I

anything and everything when anger consumed

reddened as he grabbed me and warned, “Say

moment. “I don’t want this baby at all. Ashton, do you hear me? I don’t

I don’t want to give birth to your child. It’s not worth it for me to

could hear his gritting teeth. “Do you know what

his hand away and plastered a smile on my

knives into it. “Ashton, I don’t care if you don’t want to get a divorce, but I’m warning you now not to get involved with

that, he narrowed his eyes as he

you can be together with Rebecca, why can’t I be with John?”

bed and croaked,

hands apart, and I heard

layers, and he had torn them all in one rough move. “What

me!” I

pity if you die! It’s only fun when I torture bit by

meaning in doing

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