Chapter 9

　　“Why?” I asked, trying my best to break away from him but failing. I was ashamed and annoyed.

　　I gritted my teeth and roared, “Why? We are already divorced. Who are you to say that? Why are you doing this to me? Why force me to give you a child? Xavier, you are violating me! I will sue you!”

　　Xavier let go and looked at me, his face was expressionless, “If you can walk out of this door, you’re welcome to sue me anytime.”

　　He walked away. I chased after him and two men in black stopped me at the door. That’s when I realized that I was under house arrest. I thought about how they were just standing outside the room the entire time and heard us, Xavier has indeed gone crazy.

　　After that, I started my days under house arrest.

　　He comes here everyday. Sometimes during the day, sometimes at night, sometimes just once, and sometimes many times. He is still as strong and domineering as always, unquestionable, and every time felt like he will be the death of me.

　　His people also served me diligently, three meals a day, seafood and abalone soup, and everything I wanted to eat. Except that I was not free to go out, but aside from that, my life was not too bad.

　　In the blink of an eye, I have already been living in the villa for more than a month now. Autumn is here, and Xavier’s 30th birthday is also here.

　　On his birthday, I thought he wouldn\'t come. I went to bed early, but I was surprised when he came reeking of alcohol in the middle of the night.

　　He dragged me out of the quilt and stared at me with scarlet eyes, “Where is my gift?”

　　I was startled but managed to let out a laugh, “Who gives a shit about your birthday? We are divorced, why should I prepare a gift for you?”

　　Xavier frowned and seemed to be a little hurt. He refused to listen to what I said and muttered, “What about the gift? Yasmin, you didn’t give me a gift!”

　　He was always as stubborn as a child when drunk. I couldn\'t talk some sense into him no matter what I said. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable myself.

　　On his birthday in previous years, I would carefully prepare a table of meals for him every year, and I would also prepare gifts for him. My gifts were not necessarily expensive, but they were all made by me.

　　It’s just that, during those three years, he never ate the food I cooked and never received my gifts. All this time, I thought he never cared about it, but...

　　“I\'m divorced. We are divorced. You abandoned me. You shouldn\'t ask me for gifts again!” I didn\'t want to be sad but I couldn\'t help myself, I sniffled and cried.

　　“Divorce...” Xavier was startled.

　　After a while, his expression became even more frantic and stubborn. He instantly pulled my leg on his shoulder and stepped forward strongly.

　　\"Why aren\'t you pregnant yet?\" he murmured as he entered me.

　　The warmth of his body against mine sent me chills, but I was so annoyed and anxious that I wouldn’t cooperate, “Is it exciting to have the woman you hate carry your child, Xavier? Please, just impregnate some other woman. Let me go!”

　　Xavier was startled, his face fumed with anger.

　　“You killed my child!” he roared, turning me over and pushing into me more deeply from behind.

　　“I’ve said it many times, I didn’t. I wanted to divorce you, and I would never hurt your children,” I explained tirelessly even though I knew he wouldn\'t believe me.

　　And I was right, he didn\'t believe it. From the moment he chose Rachelle, he always regarded me as the enemy.