Chapter 77 Wasn't Angry With Her Anymore

Chapter 77 Wasn't Angry With Her Anymore
Shawn
Every time it came to Sarah, she told me nothing else. Furious, I absorbed her words like a sponge, my emotional state shattered. Which meant I believed her. After all, she was giving me compelling evidence.
But still, some weak voice inside desperately screamed that something was wrong. I silenced it. I silenced it because I thought it was pitiful screaming. My weakness.
There was only lust between us. I had a sporting interest in her. I wanted to seduce and take advantage of a good girl. To rip the wrapping off an untouched gift and have sex with it! Have fun in bed, I love variety!
Yes. That's it.
That's right!
I tried to convince myself to stop feeling for the vixen, but my soul continued to resist.
Kate grabbed my belt, yanking it aside. I quickly covered her hand with mine, stopping her. "What are you doing? You can't..."
"But I... but I really want to. I can't take it anymore!" she resisted.
"The doctor said you can't," I said, firmly pushing her away. "You had a miscarriage, Kate. A miscarriage. This is very serious. The doctor prescribed you rest for several months."
I pulled away when I remembered the pain. I adjusted my belt, smoothed out the wrinkles on my shirt, and headed for the exit: "I have important business. I'll be late."
I slammed the door, feeling a cold scratch at my back. That very day flashed back to me. A day that will forever remain etched in my memory as one of the most bitter.
The miscarriage happened almost a month after the wedding. At that moment, I thought my life was over, and I couldn't survive this grief.
After all, I had already set my mind to becoming a father. A child, my heir, somehow became even more important to me than multimillion-dollar deals.
As soon as I learned the news about the baby, it was like a different person. I'd grown up. I'd matured a decade mentally and wanted to start a family. I don't understand how it happened... I'd had enough fun, I guess. I'd matured and was ready to start a family.
I was overjoyed when Kate brought me the ultrasound picture and the test result with two lines. At the same time, I completely forgot about everything else. The child is the most important thing! Amazing! Maybe I'll have a son.
I even started forgetting about Sarah White because I thought it was wrong, definitely wrong, dating this girl and occasionally enjoying ourselves in the same bed, knowing your future fiancée was expecting your child.
I started avoiding Sarah. Against my will. I forced myself to do it, I was forced to! I deliberately stopped visiting her and thought about how to solve the housing issue. I considered renting her an apartment at the company's expense so she wouldn't be upset.
Fuck...
And then what should I do with her? She'll be hanging around at work, making my life difficult! I've resolved that issue, too.
I decided to move her to another city and transfer her to a branch office. That's right... Yes, it will be better this way.
I couldn't tear myself away from her, I couldn't erase her from my life, break off the relationship, and send her packing. I was obsessed with her. So bright and pure.
So kind... So amazing! But when Kate sent me a photo of the striped dough, it was like I had a meltdown. That evening, I got drunk and said to myself: “Shawn! What the hell are you doing? Stop! Stop before it’s too late! Choose one… You’re completely nuts!”
The choice was incredibly difficult. I had to choose between my beloved and the rich one. It was too difficult and heartbreaking for me! I almost made that choice… I thought it over carefully and decided… I decided to break up with Kate, knowing that White would never forgive me.
But the news of Kate’s pregnancy finally dispelled my doubts and the dilemma of choice. I chose Kate. Because she’s carrying my child. And I couldn’t allow my child to grow up without a father. It’s vile. It’s unnatural.
The Whites are strange people. I never understood why they treated Sarah with such indifference, as if they didn’t care about her. In fact, that’s true. I got tired of trying to find an explanation for this and decided to just stop worrying about it.
And so, when I, an idiot, decided to put my reputation on the line and throw my plans away, wanting to ask Sarah out and break up with Kate, I suddenly received news from Kate that she was pregnant.
Abandon the mother of my child? That would have been too cruel... I was upset.
Sorry, Sarah, the news of the pregnancy was like a sign from fate, a last-minute sign that I had to make this choice. I had to choose Kate. Now for sure.
And I'll have to bury my true feelings. Who knows, because the heart of an icy monster like me is incapable of love. I think Sarah, too, will soon become my next distraction.
But for some reason, she's been taking so long to become my distraction! What a filthy bitch! A witch with amazing eyes! Little trash! Charming, beautiful, sexy... Trash!
Kate and I haven't had sex. For a long time. Since the very day I met Sarah. I avoided any contact with Kate at all costs, and then, because of the pregnancy, I said I wouldn't sleep with her, for the safety of the fetus.
Of course, that was mostly an excuse! After all, my thoughts were still preoccupied with the little traitor! Not just my thoughts, but my dick, which burns like fire whenever I even entertain the slightest thought about her...
I'll find her, dig her up, and rip her to pieces!
That night when Sarah ran away, I got drunk. Really drunk, and then, out of grief, I ordered a whore. Someone who looked just like her. With the same beautiful hair, eyes, and figure.
The whore was delivered, but I didn't go anywhere near her, and I was already fantasizing about so many things. I wanted to fuck her to death, venting my anger at the betrayal.
Sarah couldn't be found; we'd dug up the entire city, she'd vanished into thin air. What a cunning girl! She'd done a masterful job. She's savvy and nimble, I'd noticed that long ago.
I dreamed, I imagined bending her over and pounding her soft flesh until my voice broke, but when I saw a completely different girl, I couldn't get it up. My dick fell to a limp stump, and I thought, that's it! I'm done for. Impotent.
I kicked the whore out of my apartment, went into the bathroom, opened a photo of a witch on my phone, and in a split second, my dick was so hard it was so cute. I squeezed it with my fingers, jerked it a couple of times, and came so hard I almost lost consciousness.