Chapter 90


    Stop It, She’s Remarrying! By Ster Strands Chapter 90


    “Drunk?” Eileen quickly got up. “Let’s go. We have to find him. We can’t have that woman toy with your


    husband!”


    Fia sat there unmoving.


    “I’m tired.”


    “What happened? Are you feeling ufortable?” Eileen looked at her with worry and looked at her


    belly. “Is the baby alright?”


    “I stayed in the hospital a few days ago. My pregnancy is alright,” Fia said as she raised her trembling.


    hand and massaged her temple. “I’m mentally ufortable, physically tired, and generally just


    upset.” Eileen knew how it felt and quickly sat by her side saying, “I know you’re tired. But you haven’t


    given up your feelings for him yet. You’re also his wife. You can’t just let him be and let him have fun


    with other women out there.”


    “Let me tell you something…” Fia gasped for air. “I drove to the Manning’s family home earlier tonight.


    He didn’te out and they refused to let me see him. I forced them to open the door with a dagger in


    my hand.”


    Eileen looked at her in shock and she didn’t dare to imagine what happened.


    How much love… And how much suffering… Forced her to act that way? So different from her normal


    self? “When I opened the door, he wasn’t even wearing anything. Esme wasn’t wearing her clothes


    properly either. Ha! He told me that nothing happened between them… How could I believe them like


    that?”


    Fia felt like her head was almost bursting. “And now, they’re together again. Doing what they hadn’t


    finished. And this will be the second time…”


    Eileen’s eyes turned red. No matter how scummy Victor was, the two of them weren’t husband and


    wife. She could at least find an excuse to not care about it.


    “It’s alright, Fia. If you can’t stay with him, don’t.”


    Eileen held the trembling Fia in her arms. “Don’t worry about the money for your mother’s treatment. I


    don’t have much… But I do have money.”


    “No!” Fia said in an icy tone. “Why should I be the one to leave? Why should I bless their union? I want


    to stall them until the end of time… No matter how much they love each other, as long as I’m here,


    she’ll always be known as a homewrecker!”


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    “You’ll only suffer, Fia. You’ll destroy yourself if you continue.”


    “I won’t love anyone else in this lifetime. It’s fine if I must fight with them this way.”


    Eileen held her tightly. “Fine, I’ll apany you.”


    She then took her phone on the table and called Victor.


    Where are you right now, boss?”


    “Going to bed.”


    “I need your help.”


    There was a pause on the other side. “Speak.”


    “I don’t care how you do it, find that sorry excuse of a man Conrad Maxwell and take him home!”


    Fia was stunned as she stared at Eileen. “Eileen, you don’t have to…


    “Don’t worry, Fia. He has slept with me for three years. He needed to do something for me eventually.


    He owes me this… I don’t owe him anything!”


    Eileen didn’t hang up, waiting for the man from the other end to respond. She wanted him to hear all of


    it.


    On the other end, Victor pulled back his bangs and sat up. “Fine. Even if he’s sleeping with another


    woman, I’ll take him back to his little wife.”


    “Thanks!” Eileen said in a cold tone before hanging it up.


    Victor gritted his teeth and said, “What a heartless woman!”


    Even her words of thanks were so half–hearted!


    “Ah! Who are you? What are you doing?!”


    Esme was just driving Conrad back to the Mannings when two cars forced her to stop.


    Several men in ck got out of the car and opened her car door. When they realized they couldn’t


    open it, they immediately went to take an ax from the trunk of the car, preparing to smash the window.


    “Ah! What are you doing?!” Esme screamed out as she covered her ears.


    Conrad opened his eyes with a terrible headache as hey in the backseat. Tworge men dragged


    him


    out


    “What are you doing?!” He punched one of the men on the face like an angry lion.


    “What’s up, cuz?”


    A man with short hair came down from a Lincoln, still wearing his blue pajamas made of silk.


    He thenzily nced at Esme, who was still screaming inside the car.


    “I seriously don’t get you, cuz. Why would you give up that beauty of yours at home for something


    like… this?”