Chapter 126: Humiliation
All her pretense of strength completely crumbled the moment she used her last bit of energy to slam the door shut.
Her eyes instantly welled up with tears!
So humiliating!
The moment James threw her clothes on the ground and tore at them.
Even though he didn't touch her once.
She felt as if his every word had turned into a slap across her face, each one harder than the last.
So degrading!
He had laid bare his contempt for her!
It was no longer just her imagination!
He truly looked down on her from the bottom of his heart!
He believed that without him, Mia was nothing!
She was worthless.
Mia pressed her back against the door to hold herself up. She bit down hard on her lip, so hard that she drew blood.
She forced the tears that had reached her eyes back down.
Don't cry!
Mia, you are not allowed to cry!
How dare you cry?
Everything that's happened is your own fault!
This is what you get for depending on him.
You need to remember, firmly remember this feeling right now!
Remember the humiliation of having your dignity thrown on the ground by James and trampled on. Never forget it for the rest of your life.
Never depend on anyone again. You need to learn to be independent.
Find a job, make money, move out.
Never suffer this kind of humiliation again for the rest of your life!
……
James stood in the entryway. From the moment Mia left and went upstairs, he stood there quietly. The coldness on his handsome face completely faded, leaving only heartache and... helplessness in his eyes.
He clearly hated Mia deep down.
He kept telling himself that he refused the divorce just to make her suffer, to make her regret it.
But when he actually saw her hurt yet forcing herself to stay strong, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Mia's pride was so strong.
Being spoken to like that by him must have hurt her so much.
A sharp pain in his fingertip.
The cigarette was burning his finger.
He didn't throw it away immediately. His gaze fell on his finger.
This hand that had just humiliated Mia began to tremble uncontrollably.
He seemed to have won, successfully making Mia stay.
But he felt no joy from this success.
He really had no way to deal with Mia.
In the past, he could easily control Mia's emotions.
Without much effort, he could make her obediently stay by his side.
But ever since she first mentioned divorce.
He clearly felt Mia gradually slipping from his control.
His former ease.
Had now become complete helplessness.
Let her go—he couldn't do it.
After realizing he loved Mia, he couldn't just watch her slip from his control, leave him, and belong to someone else.
He couldn't tolerate it!
He couldn't even stand the thought!
To keep her, aside from using such methods, he didn't know what else he could do to make Mia, who was determined to divorce him and cut ties, stay.
……
Downstairs, Amelia hadn't left.
She sat in the car service, waiting for James to come down. He still couldn't be discharged from the hospital, so he would definitely go down to the hospital soon.
The driver was the same one she'd called at the beginning.
Whenever she needed a car service, she basically contacted him.
She didn't wait long before James's figure appeared in her view.
Amelia immediately pushed open the car door, wearing her most perfect smile as she went up to him. "James!"
She wouldn't give up easily on what she wanted but hadn't gotten.
She didn't believe she couldn't win James over.
This James who had kept her in his heart for nearly twenty years.
Could he easily forget her?
Fall in love with Mia!
Absolutely impossible!
As if no conflict had occurred between them, she smiled and naturally reached out to take his arm. "You look so pale. Are you feeling unwell? Let me help you into the car. Let's go back to the hospital for a checkup first."
"Amelia!"
James directly avoided her, his gaze coldly falling on Amelia.
She was testing his limits.
"Who told you to come here?"
"I was just worried about you. You suddenly left the hospital again against medical advice..."
"I said I don't need it!" James interrupted her again without mercy.
Looking at Amelia in front of him, he had been too lenient with her!
Right after making things clear with her at the hospital, she came to test his limits.
Smart as she was, didn't she know how much Mia minded her presence?
Didn't she know that she was the last person Mia wanted to see?
Right in front of Amelia, James directly called the security office.
"Mr. Smith."
The security department had his phone number on record.
Seeing it was James, their attitude was especially respectful.
"Is your so-called security just letting anyone in?"
Anyone?
The security department immediately understood and asked carefully, "Mr. Smith, that lady had your VIP card."
James frowned slightly.
He had long forgotten about any VIP card.
He didn't even remember giving Amelia any VIP card.
"Starting today, cancel my card. From now on, except for people I and Mia approve, don't let anyone else in."
"Yes, Mr. Smith."
James hung up expressionlessly and looked at Amelia.
She still hadn't recovered from the shock.
What did James just say?
That she was just "anyone"?
"James, you..."
It took Amelia a while to find her voice, but James just looked at her coldly.
He didn't say it, but his expression was telling her.
Should he call security to escort her out?
She couldn't afford that humiliation!
Amelia was full of resentment but had no choice but to turn around and get in the car.
Until the car drove out, James's expression didn't change at all.
He was truly this heartless toward her!
James, how dare you treat me this way?
……
Mia's life became busy again.
She left early every day and came back very late.
Running around looking for work, looking for a divorce lawyer.
Before, she was rejected because she was pregnant. Now, it was still difficult.
James was using his way to tell her.
Without him, she was nothing.
Mia knew this, but never thought of giving up or compromising.
She continued to run around exhausted, day after day. Half a month passed in a flash.
She filled her time completely every day.
Trying to use physical exhaustion to help herself sleep a little more at night.
But no matter how tired she was during the day, at night, she still had trouble sleeping.
Night after night, she would wake up from nightmares, unable to face those accusing eyes in her dreams.
The baby had already formed, but she had taken away her right to live.
Another sleepless night. Mia got up from bed.
She was missing the child again.
Like a ghost, she drifted from upstairs to the nursery downstairs, opened the door, and walked in.
By moonlight, looking at the baby supplies inside, she walked to the crib and, as on previous nights.
Leaned against the bed, holding the baby's little pillow in her arms, and slowly closed her eyes.
The night grew deeper. The nursery door slowly opened from outside.
He looked at Mia, her face still marked with undried tears.
Had she cried herself to sleep, or was she crying in her dreams?
If she was so reluctant to let go, why did she abort the baby?
James's eyes filled with pain as he stepped inside.