Chapter 113
Victoria didn't know what had gotten into Martin this time, but she obediently removed the glasses from his nose.
She reached up and cupped his handsome face.
Then his large hand pressed against the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
Victoria kept her eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She felt exhausted. Her mind was filled with everything that had happened during the day.
Being bullied by Martin's secretary, and him taking the secretary's side.
She'd gone hungry all day, and now she still had to sleep with him.
And being told by the doctor that she was pregnant, only for the child to face being aborted as soon as it arrived.
Endless sorrow surrounded Victoria, suffocating her.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and fell onto Martin's shoulder.
He stopped moving, propped himself up with both hands, and saw the crystal-clear teardrops on her face. His expression shifted slightly. "Why are you crying? Doing this with me makes you feel wronged?"
"Martin, I'm really tired today. Could we—" Victoria looked at him with teary eyes.
So this was what she was in Martin's eyes—such an indecent woman.
"Victoria, don't forget the terms in the contract! You're not on your period today, are you?"
"I'll do it."
Victoria pressed her lips together, forcing back her tears. No need to be dramatic—she had agreed to this willingly.
She thought her appearance would kill Martin's mood.
Victoria bit her lip hard.
Three hours later.
Martin, drenched in sweat, rolled over and sat up. Seeing Victoria looking so pitiful on the bed, his heart suddenly softened, and he moved to pick her up. "I'll help you bathe."
"No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Collins. I can go by myself."
But Victoria wasn't having it. She was afraid he'd torture her again in the bathroom.
Pushing away Martin's hand, she got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
The apartment had several bathrooms. Martin went to the adjacent bathroom with a cold expression and rinsed off.
After showering, he wiped the water droplets from his body with a towel, wrapped himself in a white bathrobe, and returned to the master bedroom.
He saw Victoria holding a bottle, taking out a pill, putting it in her mouth, and swallowing it.
"What are you taking?"
Martin rushed forward and snatched the pill bottle from her hand. He glanced at the label, then smashed the bottle on the floor. Pills scattered everywhere.
"Who told you to take this?"
Martin grabbed Victoria by the throat as she sat on the bed, his eyes bloodshot, as if they could shoot flames.
Victoria remained calm, speaking neither humbly nor arrogantly. "Mr. Collins, we're getting divorced anyway. Do you really want to create a child?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Martin dragged her to the bathroom toilet and roughly pressed her over it. "Spit it out!"
Victoria couldn't spit it out no matter what. She'd already swallowed it.
Martin angrily grabbed her jaw. She groaned in pain.
Then his fingers pushed into her throat.
A wave of nausea rose in her throat. As soon as Martin pulled his fingers out, Victoria was hunched over the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably.
She threw up everything she'd eaten for dinner.
Including the small pill that hadn't been digested yet.
Martin flushed the toilet, crouched down, grabbed her chin again, and forced her to look at him. "Victoria, stop being so clever! Next time you want to take pills, think more about your dad lying paralyzed in bed!"
Victoria stared at him blankly. "You're threatening me?"
"Good that you know it's a threat. Seems you're not that stupid—you can understand human speech." Martin bent down and picked her up. Just as she was about to struggle, he coldly added. "Stop throwing childish tantrums with me, Victoria. You don't have that privilege!"
At those words, Victoria gave up struggling.
She resigned herself to leaning in his arms as he carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed like garbage.
Victoria pulled the covers over herself, thinking hazily.
It seemed Martin wanted her to get pregnant, so she'd have to have the abortion in secret.
Too many things had happened today—so many that Victoria was both sleepy and exhausted.
She fell asleep quickly.
But Martin couldn't sleep. He lay on his side, staring intently at Victoria's stubborn, cold back.
In the past, when they fought, she would only hide in his arms, never keeping this much distance from him.
There was no going back. They could never go back.
Martin sat up, went to the living room to smoke a cigarette, then returned to the master bedroom.
Victoria had always been a light sleeper.
Afraid of waking her, he carefully lifted the covers and got into bed.
As soon as he lay down, Victoria rolled over and wrapped a leg around him.
Martin looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips moving slightly.
She burrowed into his arms, as if craving the warmth there.
Martin reached out to remove her arms.
She wrapped them around him again.
Over and over, many times.
Martin gave up trying to remove Victoria's arms and pulled the covers back over them.
The two of them seemed to have returned to a year ago, before Hayden fell down the stairs, when she would hold him like this every night as she fell asleep.
She used to say her husband had to be held like this.
Otherwise he'd run off to some other girl.
"Martin."
Victoria suddenly murmured, starting to talk in her sleep.
Martin brushed the stray hair from her face, his lips curved in a faint smile.
Only when she was asleep could he be good to her.
"Martin."
"What?"
Martin's thin lips parted as he held her tightly in his arms.
He thought, it was just about helping her family.
If Victoria behaved, how could he refuse to help? How could he bear to see the woman he loved truly sad and upset?
He'd made up his mind. He'd make Victoria have his child. Maybe if they had a child, with that blood connection, the hatred would fade with time.
Then she'd settle down and stop wanting a divorce.
"Mute boy, mute girl, will we ever meet again? I miss you so much."
The faint smile on Martin's face instantly cracked.
So Victoria's heart still held a mute girl? Liar—she'd said he was her first love.