Chapter 19
Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 19
Not only was my body hurting, but my heart was aching too.
When I first got married, I thought I was the luckiest woman in
the world. On my wedding night, Lyle hugged me and told me he
would make me happy for the rest of my life.
But this was what we had be after only two years of
marriage. In fact, it didn’t take two years. He started to cheat
one year ago, yet he had the audacity to hit me while I was lying
in the hospital bed covered in blood.
Tears began rolling down my cheeks. I poured out my grievances
and dissatisfaction, but Lyle was not willing to let me off. He held
me by my throat as his face contorted in anger. By then, the
hospital bedsheet was soaked with blood.
“So you really had an affair with Christopher! I’m going to kill
you, Yvonne.”
That’s men. They don’t allow their women to be close to the
opposite sex even when they themselves have cheated and
committed adultery.
My vision began to blur as air rushed out of my lungs, and my
firm grip on Lyle’s hand loosened. I gazed up at his handsome
face, but somehow, it looked malicious and repulsive to me.
We had been friends since childhood before we became
romantically involved. At that time, I was very fond of Lyle and
loved to look at him because his smile was as bright as the sun.
Just seeing his heartwarming smile made me feel better This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
whenever I was upset.
But now, his face seemed strangely unfamiliar. With myst
ounce of strength, I struggled to ask, “Lyle, we’ve been married
for two years. Have you ever loved me?”
“No. And I never will!” Lyle answered without hesitation.
I smiled bitterly. So what we had in the past few years was all a
joke, and it was a mockery of my ignorance. Because of that, I
was consumed by the desire to have my revenge. I figured
whatever happened between Christopher and me would serve as
that, so I began to indulge in the thoughts of my “sweet”
revenge.
I honestly thought that Lyle would really kill me then and there.
Fortunately, a nurse came in to check on me at that time. And
since Lyle didn’t want to have blood on his hands, he decided to
let go of his grip on my throat.
Once his hand left my throat, I fell back limply on the bed and
gasped for air. When the nurse came to my side, she pulled the
nket aside and let out a terrified scream when she saw the
blood-covered sheets. She immediately called in a group of
nurses and doctors.
Everyone tacitly ignored the raw handprints on my neck and tried
their best to treat me. After all, it was my private matter, and
they weren’t going to intervene.
Lyle was shocked when he saw therge amount of blood that
had pooled on the white bedsheet, standing rooted to his spot
behind the nurses and doctors. After a while, he came forward to
ask if I was in any pain. I shifted my gaze away from him and
ignored him entirely.
He seemed to be more horrified than guilty. It was obvious that
he was afraid of killing me identally and bing the talk of
the town. Instantly, the sense of guilt that I had when we were
talking about my affair with Christopher disappeared into thin air.
I asked the doctor, “What about the baby that I miscarried?”
The doctor replied sympathetically, “The fetus was only two
months old, so it’s an early pregnancy loss. Give yourself half a
year to recover before you try to get pregnant again.”
I let out a scornfulugh, then pointed in Lyle’s direction and
said, “If the fetal tissue has not been disposed of, then please
collect some tissue sample and arrange for a paternity test with
my husband.”
Although I wasn’t sure who the father of the unborn child was, I
knew that Lyle would never agree to such a ridiculous request in
front of so many strangers. If he were to agree to the paternity
test, that would indicate that he had been cuckolded.
Sure enough, his face smoothed out as he leaned forward and
said in a soft tone, “Let’s stop fighting, Eve. I only said those
things in a moment of anger. Let’s not talk about that anymore.
You should rest well and focus on recuperating.”