Chapter 43

Claire's POV

I don't know what the reason was, but the scenario that I had buried in my heart for a long time, that I had deliberately ignored, was finally brought up again in Connor's house.

The only way to really let this wound scab over and fade away is to face it bravely. It is also possible that ...... recently really too lonely, lost too much, so I want to through this thing, in Connor to get a little comfort, let me know in this world there is still a little warmth belongs to me.

Just when Connor didn't know how to respond to me, I felt the gravity of the air around me, and I saw a flash of guilt in his eyes.

Since God had created another opportunity for me, I had no reason not to take it.

I used the experience of being trampled for him and the baby in my belly as a bargaining chip, like a crazy gambler, pushing the only chips I had on my body - the only two things that could make him feel guilty and compassionate towards me - to the gambling table to bet on my happiness for the rest of my life.

It was an extremely unequal and crazy bet, the only variable being the dealer Connor's feelings for me. I knew very well that he was the variable in my life, and I was only a consideration in his life. What he had to consider was whether the little bit of compassion between friends that made him feel soft in this moment after more than a decade together would spoil the happy life he was about to have, or whether what I had gone through for him was enough to move him and make the scales in his heart start to tip in my favor.

So I put aside all my images, begged him, and even took the initiative to fall back and hug him, just hoping to increase the weight of pity in his heart.

But I was ultimately unsuccessful, Connor gently pushed my hands away and told me he was sorry.

I knew that he was pushing away not just from his neck to mine, but pushing me right out of his life.

"I didn't expect you to go through so much, the person I like is Lydia, I really can't make it up to you emotionally, but I can give you most of my possessions." Connor looked at me with sincere eyes and said.

"I don't need your pity."

I got up from the couch, straightened my clothes, and walked demurely out of Connor's apartment. Because the only way to end a relationship when a man says so is to leave without a fight, without pestering, and with grace and dignity.

"3, 2, 1." After walking out of the apartment door I counted silently in my heart, if Connor hadn't walked out by this time, it would really be hopeless this time.

After the count, I stopped and turned around, no footsteps and no one.

This moment I was completely defeated, it seems that I still can not shake the position of Lydia in Connor's heart, it seems that Connor after the previous incident on my defenses.

As long as I don't sign the divorce papers, I will always be your legal wife! On this basis, as long as Lydia disappears, you will have a chance to return to my side, Connor, you wait for me!

This time, without any hesitation or guilt, I picked up the phone and dialed the number of the man who called himself my father, and I will take back what belongs to me with my own hands!

"Oh! My baby girl!" From Peter's tone of voice, one could infer that he was in a good mood because he had completed his plan.

"Your plan is finished, but don't forget that what you promised me is not yet done." I reminded him coldly.

"As a qualified London is a citizen, I don't do things like killing and setting fire." Peter pretended to refuse at the other end of the phone.

I heard these words in my heart there is no way to vent the anger rubbed up, but now I do not have the money to find another person to do this for me, can only once again suppress the heart of anger, and he negotiated.

"My dear father, how can I let you do such a thing as killing and setting fire? It's just that everything I experienced at your place that day, I want that bitch to experience it again as well." Unconvinced, I followed his example and pretended to be disgusted, let's see who gets disgusted first!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, that's something that's against the law, isn't it?" Peter the old fox continued to push back on the other end of the phone.

Then I can only use the last resort, and you don't blame me for exposing your sores again.

"Don't forget, you still owe me a mother." I could only bring out the name of my mother to negotiate with him to see if he would just be so soft-hearted.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a while, then Peter told me in a determined voice, "Just this once, we don't owe each other anything in the future."

It seems that guilt is really the weakness of human beings, no one wants to bear the cross of guilt, just that we have different ways, some people use money to make up for it, some people use behavior to remedy.

Anyway, this time, my purpose was half achieved.

Lydia's POV

Although I know that my friends and family are well-intentioned to comfort me, to make me happy, to get me out of this pain as soon as possible, I feel a lot of pressure in the face of everyone's comfort. Because I have lost the ability to be happy and cannot carry everyone's expectations.

In fact, I also hope that I can get out of this relationship wound as soon as possible, but this wound is really too deep, lasted a full fourteen years of like to see the results, on the moment of going home to meet parents without any reason suddenly ended.

I slowly began to see no one, and usually just hide in my room by myself and not go out.

One morning I woke up, looking out the window at the sun, listening to the birds, I seemed to feel a little bit of hope for life, so I decided to go for a walk by myself, hoping that this time out can make me feel a little bit better.

I dressed casually and just walked around the block.

Suddenly, a black car came up behind me and pulled up beside me. Several black men in hoods got out of the car and tied me to the car.

There was a black man sitting on each side of me, one holding me down, one using a black cloth to blindfold me, and then tying my hands and feet.

All of this happened in a flash, leaving me no time to make any reaction. By the time I started to react, all that was left in my mind was panic.

"Who are you people and where are you taking me!" I asked in horror.

All I got in reply was a rag stuffed in my mouth, perhaps they thought I was too noisy.

And so, I was carried to who knows where.

In the dark, unable to speak or move, the first person I thought of was Connor, the man who had abandoned me.

When I thought of him, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. If I die like this today, then the day of the breakup is the last time I will see him ......

That's not bad, at least the moment before we broke up, he was holding my hand, not a quarrel nor a dislike. To say that my biggest regret in life is not knowing the reason why Connor and I broke up.

The car suddenly stopped while I was thinking about it.

Then I heard the sound of the car door opening, and the man in black threw me out of the car like a big delivery. The bones in my body knocked to the ground, I felt like I wanted to fall apart.

Soon, the man in black untied the black cloth in front of my eyes.

A pair of slender legs on high heels came towards me, and those high heels looked familiar to me.

Looking up that leg, it turned out to be Claire!

She walked up to me, bent down and pulled off the rag stuffed in my mouth, and before I could ask a question, she spoke.

"Today, I'm going to give you a taste of what it's like to be trashed!" Claire hooked my chin, her beautiful face gradually enlarged in front of my eyes, and uttered these words.

If I hadn't experienced it myself, even after spending more than ten years with her, I wouldn't have thought that behind that angelic face of hers there would be such a devilish and vicious heart.

"Why are you doing this? Ever since I was little, the person that mom and dad loved the most was you. They would only treat you as the pride of the Green family, and they would never be satisfied with me! For more than ten years that I can remember, no matter what it was, if you asked, mom and dad would give it to you, while for me, the only way they would satisfy me was to be soft, spill and cry and make noise."

Thinking that Claire was doing this to me because of her birth, I tried to speak of the injustice I had suffered for so long to give her a little mental balance to dissuade her from hurting me. As I said these words, I couldn't help but cry again myself.

"How dare you have the face to say such things? They love only their own daughter the most! They love me in front of you, and when you're not around, all that comes out of their mouths are words that favor you! Why do I get what I want whenever I ask for it? Because for more than a decade I have felt that I do not belong to this family, and I can only pretend to know what I want, I dare not ask for anything! Because asking is rare and because of the guilt, they are easily satisfied!"

I can't imagine being in Claire's shoes and understanding her own life in a different way, as she loudly justifies her actions. It was as if she had so much anger in her heart that needed to be let out, and after that long paragraph, she proceeded to vent it.

"Do you think I brought you here today just because of the Green family? There is nothing in this home that I should keep. But Connor, the only man I've ever liked in my life, the only man I've ever been willing to give so much for, I had a hard time marrying him, so why are you taking him away from me! Do you know how much I have given for him! Do you know that in order to guard his ideals, for his company, I was gang-raped and took nude pictures! To this day he still refuses to forgive me, and it's all because of you!"

Claire's eyes were full of angry fire as if a bomb had been dropped on them, and her mouth kept talking with increasing emotion.

I knew she had lost all reason, I could no longer communicate with her, and now I could only save myself by telling the truth about what happened ......