The moment I walked in, my foot landed on an unused condom.
The same one I’d given him last night.
I froze for a split second. Then suddenly, something heavy hit my forehead hard.
I looked up in pain, only to see Ronan was lounging lazily on the bed and sneered.
“What’s wrong, Sherry? Pissed off? You don’t wanna have my kid? No problem–there are tons of women begging for it.”
Natalie traced circles on his chest with her finger, looking at me smugly.
“Don’t worry, babe. My belly’s full of your cum. I’m not like this bitch–secretly popping pills and killing her own babies.”
My face went pale, staring at him in disbelief and only to find the growing hatred in his eyes
Ronan was still holding a grudge over our first miscarriage.
But all caused by the young model he had brought into our lives, while he insisted I did it on purpose.
Now the half–empty bottle of birth control pills rolling on the floor. God knows where he found it–Somehow became the so–called proof that I refused to have his children.
[ let out a bitter smiled, unconsciously touching my stomach.
What he would never know was–I was pregnant again.
Already for two months
Yet Ronan wouldn’t care any more.
A shrill scream cut off my thoughts. Natalie rushed over and snatched the clothes from my hands with tears welling
‘Ronan! Look what she did! This bitch ruined my clothes on purpose. She must be jealous I’m carrying your baby!”
I took a deep breath and tried to explain.
‘It was you two last night… Ronan, let go of me!”
Suddenly Ronan gripped my neck and shoved me down. His voice was ice cold:
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Three Deaths, One Divorce–Now You’ll Pay with Your Endless Regret
Chapter 2
“Sherry, Natalie is doing your job of Mrs. Henstone for you. What’s your problem? Get on your knees and apologize!
My knees were already broken with countless kneeling all years along.
But this time, I’d had done enough. So I yelled back.
“Ronan Henstone, YOU’RE the one who should apologize!”
He kicked me hard in the stomach the second I said it.
I Knelt down in pain. And something warm started flowing between my legs.
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Realizing what was happening, I forgot about the contract and frantically tried to break free from his grip:
“Let me go! Ronan, I need to get to the hospital!”
But his answer was another harsh kick.
Ronan looked down at me like I was trash. “Hospital for what? To see your dying mom in the hallway?”
“I’m telling you–you’re not going anywhere until Natalie forgives you!”
“You let my mom die a miserable death just because you were scared I’d use the IPO money to save her. What the hell do you think I will let your mom live?!”
“Sherry Rovella, are you feeling hopeless now? This is all you fucking deserve. Get on your knees!”
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.