The phone went dead. My mother-in-law sighed deeply.
I quietly walked back to my room.
I thought David wouldn’t come during my hospital stay.
An hour later, David stormed into the room.
He roughly pulled me up while I was sleeping, looking me up and down before sneering, “Impressive. You’ve even prepared a pale makeup look in advance,” he said.
When he pulled me, the wound on my belly hurt intensely.
Thinking about my current state because of him, I trembled with anger and hatred, “Are you crazy? David, I’ve told you multiple times! I’m not lying! Why won’t you believe me? Why did you push me to this point?” I said.
If I had the strength, I would have killed him on the spot.
“Still acting, huh?” David looked at me, his disgust completely unveiled.
“Forget that for now. I’ll deal with you later. Did you hire trolls to attack Ashley?” he said.
“What?” I was stunned.
David coldly held his phone in front of me.
It was Ashley’s social media account.
She had posted a photo of her diamond ring.
Netizens, recognizing her as the woman who wanted to burn down the rental apartment, mercilessly attacked her.
“Are modern mistresses this arrogant?”
“I can’t believe the husband is proposing to his mistress while the wife is half-dead!”
“Nasty mistress, why didn’t you die instead?”
I looked away, not even lifting my eyelashes, “I didn’t hire any trolls,” I said.
“Enough! Stop acting! Go apologize to Ashley right now!” David tried to pull me up.
I stubbornly remained seated.
David leaned close, his black eyes filled with rage, “Fine! You want the hard way?” he said.
He suddenly grabbed my neck, squeezing with all his might.
I couldn’t breathe, my face turning red and painful, struggling but pinned down.
David showed no intention of letting go.
After a minute, he suddenly released me.
Just as I thought he might spare me, he swung his fist and hit me, mumbling, “You wanted to fake a miscarriage? I’ll make it real for you,” he said.
His punch made me tremble, my face turning pale.
The wounds from being stabbed twenty times opened up with his punch.
Blood flowed from my hem onto the floor.
Suddenly, David realized something was wrong. Disbelievingly, he lifted my clothes.
Seeing my empty belly, shock crossed his face, “Where’s the baby? It’s impossible. The baby can’t be dead. Honey…” he said.
