Chapter 2
“Who the fuck are you? Don’t tell me you’re Lizzie.
“It seems that you’re another bitch who covets Richard. You love him so much, don’t you? How about I let him end your life?”
Gripping my chin, Trista smiled wickedly.
Immediately, the room was filled with mocking laughter.
It wasn’t until then that I knew Richard had been lying to me.
Every time he told me at night that he had to go out to sign a contract, he was with Trista, having fun in bed.
This book had been added on your bookshelf.
I couldn’t believe it. Richard, my husband who loved me so much, was a liar? Was everything nothing but a fancy dream?
But he spent hundreds of thousands of dollars buying all the fireworks in town just to see the smile on my face.
Last year, he sent me an island as my birthday gift, saying I deserved the best thing in the world.
This year, I got pregnant. To celebrate, he bought two buildings overnight, saying I could be the landlord, and the rent would be our baby’s pocket money in the future.
There was so much proof that he loved me.
It was impossible that he had been cheating on me.
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Clenching my teeth, I shook my head non–stop.
But my faith in him crumbled when I saw him wrap his arm around. Trista’s waist affectionately.
“Richard, she lied to me. Punish her,” Trista said to him.
He said, “Sure. Whatever you want. I just wanna make you happy.”
He gently stroked her hair, his eyes filled with affection.
My bang was already wet, and all the blood in my body turned cold bit by
bit.
Trista didn’t lie to me; she was indeed Richard’s mistress.
Then Richard walked into my sight. With the last trace of hope in my heart, I prayed he’d recognize me.
This book had been added on your bookshelf.
As long as he looked back at me, he’d know the woman hung in mid–air miserably was his wife.
But all his attention was on Trista.
Suddenly, the words he had said to me echoed in my mind. “Honey, I hope it’s a baby girl who looks like you. I swear I’ll make her the happiest little princess in the world…”
Now, I came to realize what he said was just a lie.
My consciousness was fading away, and every part of my body hurt. I felt as if I were floating on a boat.
Someone next to me said anxiously, “Ma’am, hang in there!”
Hearing this, I struggled to open my eyes.
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The emergency doctor was a young woman. At the sight of my bloodied, bulging belly, she was so frightened that she panicked. All she could do was keep comforting me, saying, “Ma’am, we’ll get to the hospital after we pass the Pascall family’s banquet. Hang in there!”
I stared at the open–air banquet right in front of me, only to see Richard. hold Trista tightly in his arms.
They looked at each other as if they were the only two people in the world.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I closed my eyes.
Then I clutched the doctor’s wrist and said, my voice hoarse, “Please. Do save my baby!”
In the next second, someone attending the banquet who was drunk made. trouble. The road was blocked, and the ambulance couldn’t move at all.
Blood kept oozing out from between my legs.
The doctor, utterly anxious, ran out, shouting at the crowd, “Someone’s dying! Make way!”
But the air was filled with the crowd’s cheerful shouts, “Congratulations! Mr. Pascall and Ms. Barnett have been married for five years!”
Every word struck me, leaving me stunned.
No wonder Richard never celebrated our wedding anniversary with me. He saved that day for Trista only.
I was such a fool, tricked by him for five years. I had always believed his story when he said he had to keep a low profile because he was the gang leader.
The real reason why he didn’t celebrate our wedding anniversary was simply I didn’t deserve to.
I half–closed my eyes, and my breathing grew weaker. The doctor was so anxious that she burst into tears.
As I was covered in blood and was about to die, she and a kind stranger borrowed a car to get me out.
At one second, I was so close to Trista and Richard that I heard Trista ask, “I wonder what happened to her…”
“It’s got nothing to do with me,” Richard said.
He sounded so gentle, which reminded me of the day he proposed to me a few years back.
Back then, he said, “Lizzie, you’re the love of my life. Marry me. I’ll take care of Vou till the
day I die.”
I came to know the truth only now.
His way of taking care of me only pushed me closer to death.
By the time the car came to a stop at the hospital entrance, I was barely
conscious.
