Chapter 4 You Make Me Sick
All eyes fell on me at once–hatred, pain, disgust. They immediately assumed everything Rachel said was true.
Because for these ten years, I’d been obsessed with chasing Chris, and no one believed I didn’t love him anymore.
“How could the Lawrence family have such a lovesick fool? You pissed your parents off for a man. How could you do this?
“I worked half my life for the Lawrence family! How could you be this stupid!”
In their fury, everyone threw the papers from the floor at me. I was already weak, and the blows knocked me down. I tried to explain, but no one believed me.
In my despair, Chris walked over slowly. He crouched in front of me and gently wiped away my falling tears. “Why are you crying? You’re pregnant–you can’t cry.”
If I didn’t know the truth, I might have really believed a god had descended from his altar for me.
Too bad he was a demon that crawled out of hell. All the suffering I’d endured came from liking him.
I instinctively backed away. “I don’t like you anymore, Chris. Whatever you want to do, come at me–don’t touch my family. They’ve treated you well.”
Rachel kicked Chris‘ leg. “Keira means you’re just her dog, and you can’t fight back. You’re just a slave. She’s just toying with you. How can you not know your place and try to steal her resources?
“Don’t forget–without her, you wouldn’t be where you are today. Keira likes you, so you should lick her boots!”
Chris‘ face darkened, his earlier warmth vanishing. “That house from yesterday is mine now. For the sake of my fu- ture child, you can go live in the basement downstairs. Fix your attitude, have the baby, and I’ll marry you.”
But the child wasn’t his. Besides, I’d already gotten rid of it.
I stepped back a few paces and said coldly, “No need. There won’t be a child, and I won’t like you anymore either.”
Chris smiled like he was looking at a misbehaving pet. “You got rid of the baby? You couldn’t bear to. Stop making a
scene.”
Rachel chimed in mockingly from the side, “What basement? Send her to become a religious devotee!”
With Rachel’s words, I was forcibly sent to the church where Rachel had stayed. I slept less than three hours each day and worked day and night.
I didn’t lose my temper. I knelt before God and prayed day and night for my parents‘ peace.
Everyone said the shock had driven me crazy.
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Chapter 4 You Make Me Sick
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My knees were stiff and numb when Chris‘ voice reached my ears. “Stop pretending. Trying to imitate Rachel? Is this your new persona now?”
My prayers were interrupted, and my body swayed. I couldn’t remember how long I’d been here–I just felt so, so tired.
Chris steadied me, realization flashed in his eyes. “Falling into my arms again, huh? How can you still use these tricks to seduce me when you’re pregnant? After ten years, you still haven’t learned to respect and love yourself?
“You’ve been throwing yourself at me all these years, but if I don’t love you, I don’t love you. Your persistence means nothing to me. You’ll never understand what kind of hard life I lived before. Your kindness to me was nothing but charity.
“Your body, your smell–they all disgust me. Even touching you makes me sick.”
Chris‘ malice grew thicker. He seemed to finally be saying words he’d held back for years, satisfaction flashing in his
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In his heart, no matter what he said, I would just throw a tantrum and then chase after him the next day like nothing happened.
I wouldn’t hurt, and I wouldn’t hate. He trampled my love into the dirt and then expected me to bloom.
I had indeed done that for ten years–but now I was tired.
The honking of a car in front of the church startled a flock of birds into flight. I didn’t curse at Chris or pay him any
attention.
Chris turned my body around and was about to say something when a group of men burst through the door.
The man leading them was tall and muscular. He had a long scar across his face. Under Chris‘ stunned gaze, he hoist- ed me up and started walking away.
“Who are you? What right do you have to take her? She’s mine!”
Chris chased after us, showing rare emotional disturbance.
“I’m here to pick up my wife. Get lost.” Lucas Durand’s face was cold.
I calculated the days–it had been a month already. My arranged marriage partner had come to get me.
I looked at Chris‘ shocked face and pulled off the too–small silver ring from my hand.
The silver ring clinked and rolled to Chris‘ feet, reflecting off his pale face.
“Get lost. Seeing you makes me sick too.”
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