Chapter 352 Hatred
Dalton had always prided himself on his drinking skills, but that day, after just half a glass, he was out cold, waking up to find himself sprawled on the same hotel bed as Lydia.
She had deceived him into believing it was her first time, insisting he take responsibility.
With tears brimming in her eyes, Lydia pleaded, “How can you trust someone like him? Dalton, you’d rather believe Rocky than your own wife?”
Lydia had heard the news of Rocky’s arrest.
Fearful he might turn on her, she had paid a hefty sum to send a message to him in jail, promising a significant payout if he kept
quiet.
Rocky had agreed, and the money had been wired.
But Lydia never expected that Rocky would meet Dalton before
his incarceration.
She thought, “Great, and from the sound of Dalton’s words…
he knows everything! Damn you, Rocky!”
“Yeah, Lydia, I don’t trust you. You’re a habitual liar who’s deceived me more than once. You’ve lost all credibility with me. I’d rather believe Rocky,” Dalton retorted, his voice cold as ice.
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He pulled a damp napkin from the car’s center console and scrubbed his fingers as if trying to wipe away a layer of skin.
“You’re not even worth a single hair on Meryl’s head.”
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As he rolled up the window, shutting out the face he despised, Lydia felt a wave of desperation wash over her.
She cried, “Dalton, I’m pregnant with your child! You can’t treat me like this. The baby has a heartbeat! I even had an ultrasound a couple of days ago and saw his face! He looks just like you! The doctor said it’s a boy.
“Can’t you be a little warmer for the sake of the baby? Let’s try to be a family and live a good life together.”
Dalton said, “Look, from the moment you used my compassion to send Meryl to prison three years ago, any feelings I had for you vanished.
“Damn it, Lydia! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have lost Meryl!
“I should report you to the police, but you’re smart enough to keep my mom in your corner. She wants to keep the baby you’re carrying.”
Dalton slammed his hand on the steering wheel, the car honking
in protest.
He continued, “You owe me, and you owe Meryl! If it weren’t for my mom protecting you, do you think you’d still be in the Aniston Villa? How can a woman like you deserve to have my
child?
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Lydia felt her legs weaken, and she leaned against the car doorframe to steady herself.
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“You think a child can tie me down? Lydia, you underestimate me. When a man stops loving you, that’s when he can truly be ruthless.
“You want to have the baby? Fine, but I won’t give him a shred of fatherly love. Don’t forget, we never even got a marriage license. That kid will be nothing but a bastard, just like you- something to be hidden away.”
Dalton knew exactly how to strike where it hurt.
Each word was a dagger to Lydia’s heart.
She never imagined Dalton could be so cruel, to the point of rejecting his own child just to get back at her.
With a decisive turn of the wheel, he drove away, leaving Lydia crumpled on the ground, her body trembling.
“Meryl! This is all your fault!”
Her eyes burned with a mix of hatred and despair.
Deep down, Lydia knew the truth: Dalton didn’t want this child because he still held onto fantasies of Meryl.
He wanted a child with her.
She thought, “Dalton, you want Meryl, don’t you?
Fine, I’ll help you with that.
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When you wake up in the same bed as her, that’s when Meryl will truly be beyond redemption.”
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