Chapter 129
Victoria found it ironic hearing those words.
Martin said she was still his wife, but what husband would humiliate and mock his own wife? What husband would wish for his wife to die soon?
He never wanted her to be his wife, not at all!
When they were dating, it was all scheming, and it still was now!
"Martin, in your heart, have you ever, even for one day, truly treated me as your wife? No, not even for a single day. You just hate me, despise me!" Victoria cried and murmured, "Now that I have no more use to you, why bother saying these high-sounding words?"
Martin's pupils suddenly contracted. She actually thought this was just empty talk.
But he didn't plan to explain. Victoria was right—they were enemies, and he should despise her.
A trace of disdain flashed in Martin's eyes. He released her neck and smiled coldly, "That's right. Aren't you the one who came to me wanting to make a deal? The more you don't want this baby, the more I'll make you have it!"
"Martin, have you fallen in love with me?"
Victoria smiled in a daze. She didn't know if it was the same for men, but women only have babies for men they deeply love.
"You really should buy a mirror and take a good look at yourself! Victoria, I'm making you have this baby just to torture you!"
At these words, Victoria's tear-filled eyes widened as she bit her lip hard.
So that was it. Martin wouldn't let her have an abortion just to torture her, to watch her suffer.
She almost thought he had fallen for her.
Victoria, oh Victoria, what wishful thinking. He couldn't wait for you to die right now. A husband who deeply loves you would only wish for you to live a long, long life!
But Victoria wasn't willing to accept this. Her body was already seriously ill—having this baby was impossible. If she kept it, both of them would die.
It would only speed up her death.
What if Martin knew about her condition?
Would he feel sorry for her? How would he react?
A glimmer of hope rose in Victoria's heart again.
She had to tell him this news! She couldn't drag it out any longer. Only if he knew could she get rid of the baby!
Just as she was about to speak, Martin's phone suddenly rang in his suit pocket.
He pulled out his phone and answered it right in front of her.
A woman's crying came through the phone. If Victoria heard correctly, it was her good friend Mia.
Mia's crying was melodious and moving, quickly stirring Martin's sympathy. He frowned and spoke gently, "I'll be right there, just wait a moment."
Martin's gentle voice, his tender gaze—they all used to belong to her!
But now Mia had taken everything away!
Martin hung up and was about to leave.
Victoria grabbed his sleeve, "Martin, you can't leave. I have something to tell you."
"Victoria, stop making a scene!" He knocked her hand away.
Victoria's hand hit the edge of the bedside table, making her gasp in pain.
Martin went to the closet, put on a suit jacket, and came out looking even more stern and dignified.
Victoria wouldn't give up. She blocked his way, "Martin, I really have something very important to tell you!"
"Victoria, I'll say this one more time—whatever it is, wait until I get back!" Martin pushed past her shoulder and grabbed her chin in warning, "If you dare try to secretly get an abortion again, I won't be nice to you."
With that, Martin turned to leave.
Victoria looked at his back, unwilling to accept it. He was her husband, yet now he was leaving her for another woman.
Victoria shouted after him, "Martin, if you walk out that door, I won't tell you anymore!"
"Whatever!"
His footsteps didn't stop at all. But of course, Martin's footsteps had never once stopped for her.
She had actually been fantasizing that he would choose her just once.
How ridiculous.
Victoria slowly crouched on the floor as the door slammed shut, tears blurring her vision.
Martin, how can you be such a jerk!
On one hand demanding I have your baby, on the other hand running to another woman!
Victoria screamed inside her heart, Martin, can't you just be good to me? Victoria doesn't have much time left to be with you.
Can't we have even a little bit of love left between us, aside from torture and revenge?
Martin drove to the Wilson Villa.
Striding in with his long legs, he entered the villa.
He saw Mia lying by the stairs, her ankle red and swollen. Actually, Mia had twisted her ankle on purpose.
Seeing Martin arrive, joy showed in her eyes as pitiful tears rolled down her cheeks one by one.
He bent down and picked her up, placed her on the sofa, took out some anti-swelling ointment, and rubbed it evenly on her ankle.
"Martin, I'm so sorry. I wasn't careful walking and twisted my ankle. I don't have any friends here, so I could only trouble you. If I'd known, I wouldn't have given the servants the day off." Mia bit her lip and said apologetically.
Martin said in a deep voice, "It's fine, just a small favor. Just be more careful next time."
"Martin, what's really going on between you and Victoria? The baby in Victoria's belly couldn't be Aaron's, could it? I heard Aaron admit with his own mouth that he has feelings for Victoria." Mia observed his expression as she spoke slowly, then changed her tone, "But I believe in Victoria's character. The baby in her belly must be yours. This must be Aaron's one-sided crush, right?"
Martin frowned and looked up at her, "I trust Victoria. She's not that kind of person."
"Yes, I also believe she's not that kind of person. I've seen how much she used to like you. It's just that she finally got pregnant, so why would she suddenly want an abortion? It's so strange."
"If there's nothing else, I'll go now." Martin's expression changed slightly as he stood up.
Mia had finally lured him here and naturally wouldn't let him leave easily. She boldly wrapped both hands around his thighs, her crimson lips inadvertently touching Martin's fingers resting at his side.
"Martin, I feel so insecure. Can you stay and keep me company? I'm scared being alone. I'm worried you've fallen for Victoria and don't want to divorce her anymore."
"You promised you'd repay me for sponsoring you. You said you'd marry me."
Martin pried Mia's fingers off his thighs one by one, looking at her with displeasure, "Mia, I've already taken wedding photos with you and filed for divorce. Can't you even wait through the cooling-off period? If you can't wait and feel insecure, you can marry another man."
"Martin, that's not what I meant. I've waited for you all these years—I don't mind waiting a few more days. What I'm worried about is that you've changed your mind. Can you stay and keep me company for a while, just leave after dinner?"
"Sorry, I'm not divorced yet, so I'm still a married man. I can't do anything inappropriate. Rest well."
Martin left the Wilson Villa after all.
He knew that Victoria was angry because he came to see Mia, so he wanted to go back early. She was a pregnant woman at home alone, and he was really worried.
Driving back to the apartment, he ran into an old person selling flowers. The old person was carrying a basket of budding roses. Someone tried to talk to him, but he ignored them.
Just as he was about to go up the steps, he heard the old person laugh and run up, "Sir, you don't look happy. Did you fight with your girlfriend? To make up with your girlfriend, buy my flowers—they work best. Girls all love romance. If you give her flowers, it works better than anything."
Martin's footsteps stopped instantly.
The old person continued the sales pitch, "My flowers are very fresh. I grew them myself. Sir, I'll sell them to you cheap."
In the apartment.
Victoria curled up in the corner of the sofa, hugging her knees with a blanket over her. As footsteps became clearer, she looked up and saw Martin in his suit, expressionless, coming upstairs.
Her gaze fell on the wrapped bouquet of roses in his hand. She froze—were these for her?