“I got beaten up.”
“By who?”
Olivia felt a trace of pain in her heart when she saw his shocked expression, she snorted. “You.”
John looked at her coldly without saying anything, but his look seemed to have exposed his thoughts. ‘That’s a lie, have I ever beaten you before?’
She endured the pain in the bottom of her heart and said, “Johnny, it’s not the first or second time you beat me up… Among these wounds, some were from you whereas the rest were from the people that you ordered to assault me.”
Olivia did not know what to feel at that moment.
Was it pain, despair, or resentment?
It seemed to be all of them combined at the same time not.
Ever since the miscarriage two years ago, she had been in a complicated state until now.
He was the man who loved her more than himself for 17 years, the man who saved her life, and it was impossible for her to just let go of him as if it was nothing. Maybe she was indeed pathetic just like what he called her.
John lifted her chin slightly a
