Chapter 7
Stella, who’d never witnessed Herbert in such a terrifying state, was petrified.
She quickly took out her phone and checked Twitter.
Instantly, her face turned pale. Her legs shaking uncontrollably, she slumped to the floor
and began to crawl backward, using her hands for support.
Herbert’s eyes were filled with fury. He stepped closer to Stella, his voice seething with rage. “Didn’t I warn you not to mess with my wife?”
“No. I didn’t.” Stella was quivering from head to toe, and cold sweat drenched her back.
She managed to sit up, her body still shaking, and tugged at the hem of Herbert’s clothes, explaining, “I didn’t post these. I didn’t…”
Herbert paid no heed to her pleas. He slapped her across the face viciously.
Then, feeling that it wasn’t enough, he grabbed her hair with one hand and kept hitting
her with the other without holding back.
Stella’s face swelled rapidly from the repeated slaps, and she was too stunned to defend
herself. She could only crawl along the floor, tugging at the hem of Herbert’s pants.
She said, “Herbert, I know I was wrong, but I didn’t post these.”
Herbert kicked Stella over. “If I wasn’t in such a hurry to go back and find Samantha, I’d fucking kill you right now.”
Stella stood up and chased him to the door, attempting to hold him back, but he shoved her away violently.
Stumbling, Stella let out a scream as she rolled down the stairs. “Ah! My stomach.”
Bright red blood flowed all over the floor from between Stella’s legs.
Stella reached out her hand to Herbert with a pained expression. “Herbert, our child. Save our child.”
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Herbert stepped over Stella and said coldly, “If I didn’t want my wife to have a child to keep her company and make her happy, do you think you’d have the right to give birth to my
child?”
Then, he ignored Stella’s pale and anguished face and quickly got into his car.
He sped off, driving at breakneck speed and running several red lights in succession.
Simultaneously, he called me frantically and said, “Honey, answer the phone. You have to
let me explain. I was wrong. I’ll do whatever you ask. Just answer me.”
But all that came back to him on the other end of the phone was the mechanical voice of
a woman.
Herbert was on the verge of a breakdown. His tears streamed down his face, and the fear
and terror almost overwhelmed him.
Finally, he got home, but all that awaited him was a dark house.
The moment Herbert turned on the lights, he saw Wayne sitting on the sofa and the mess
all over the floor.
The house where we had loved each other now looked like a ruin.
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Even the wedding photo, which I had once cherished so much, was now smashed
beyond recognition and thrown in the corner.
As if seeing the last hope, Herbert stepped forward and grabbed the hem of Wayne’s clothes, begging pitifully, “Wayne, where’s Samantha? Please tell me where Samantha has
gone. I’m begging you.”
But Wayne just looked at him calmly.
Then, he said the cruelest words in a deep voice, “Mr. Foster, Ms. Brown saw everything you did with that woman today. She watched you go out hand in hand and saw you carry that woman into the villa.”
With every word Wayne said, Herbert felt as if a knife was stabbing at his heart.
