Chapter38
Terrified, Mylie couldn’t help but take a few steps back.
Meeting Antonio’s piercing gaze, she said, trying her best to look calm and hide her guilt, “No, Antonio. It’s not what you think. It’s… got nothing to do with me.”
Yet, with bloodshot eyes, Antonio stepped closer to her. He stood in front of her and suddenly grabbed her slender neck.
She shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks. “No! Please, believe me, Antonio. I didn’t send these photos. I mean it… It’s not me…
“I’m… pregnant.
with your baby…”
Her face turned pale. A second before she was strangled, he finally regained some sanity and slowly loosened his grip.
She slumped to the floor in a sorry state, coughing non–stop.
Seeing her like this, he didn’t feel sorry for her at all. Instead, he said, his tone filled with malice, “You better not have done anything.
“Or you’ll end up miserably.
“Now, piss off. I don’t wanna see your face ever again.”
Mylie’s body shook, and she gawked at him, feeling a chill running down her spine.
She thought she meant something to him.
She thought he’d get over it after some time.
But his demeanor today truly terrified her.
She thought, “In his eyes, is Alison this irreplaceable?”
Slowly getting up, she left the villa dejectedly as if sentenced to death.
From that day on, Mylie never showed up in front of Antonio again.
She was waiting.
She was waiting for the day he came back to his senses and remembered her.
She figured that since she had endured so many years, at this critical juncture, she had to stay composed.
To pass the time, she went live. It was the first time she had
gone
live again in a long while, and in an instant, her screen was flooded with countless real–time comments.
Netizen A: “Where have you been? It’s been a while.”
Netizen B: “Where’s that rich boyfriend of yours? Did you break up?”
Mylie was annoyed, being touched on the sore spot. But she had to force a smile, pretending that she didn’t see that
comment.
In the next second, a netizen with sharp eyes asked her several questions in a row.
Netizen C: “What happened? Your eyes are swollen.”
Netizen C: “Are those bruises on your neck?”
Netizen C: “What’s going on? Did someone abuse you?”
The smile on Mylie’s face froze, her expression changing uncontrollably.
She tried her best to hold back but failed. She stopped streaming and started to scream madly.
After a long time, she finally vented all her anger out and gradually calmed down.
Gritting her teeth, she kept comforting herself that what Antonio had for Grace wasn’t love; it was temporary guilt.
If he loved Grace, why would he have cheated on Grace with her secretly in the first place?
Lowering her head, she stroked her lower abdomen and murmured, “Baby, how I wish you could grow up a lot faster.
“With you, I’m sure I can defeat that dead bitch.”
Just then, a loud bang came from the door.
Antonio, leading a group of people, had kicked it open.
At the sight of him, Mylie was thrilled. “Antonio, you’re here!”
Yet in the next second, she saw the photo clutched by his pale fingers, and her heart skipped a beat.
“Mylie,” Antonio said slowly, his face twisted by anger, looking terrifying. “You’ve got some nerve.
“You were bold enough to provoke my wife behind my back again and again.
“You deliberately diverted her attention when she was driving and caused her to have an accident.”
Mylie’s face turned pale. Looking at his frightening expression, she trembled in fear.
Flustered, she backed away, shaking her head ceaselessly. “No, Antonio, it’s not like that. Hear me out…”
In the next second, he slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor.
Stroking her burning cheek, she was so terrified that her voice trembled. “Don’t do this to me, Antonio…
“It’s all because I love you so much…”
Yet he approached her again and said with not a single trace of sanity in his eyes, “How dare you hurt her…”
She was stupefied.
She had never seen this side of Antonio. He was as dangerous and cold–blooded as a killer, his eyes filled with inhuman malice.
The mercilessness in his eyes made her even feel that she was a mere stranger to him.
Utterly terrified, she cowered and begged for his mercy, her face full of tears.
“Antonio, please. Please don’t do this to me. I’m pregnant
with your baby, remember? Please let me off…”
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Yet he wasn’t moved at all and kicked her ruthlessly.
Instantly, a shrill, desperate scream echoed through the villa,
Mylie clutched her cramping belly, writhing on the floor like a fish on a chopping board.
