CHAPTER 5

Laurette POV

With a loud bang, lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window, and the pouring rain came down heavily.

I curled up on the sickbed, my stomach spasming, my eyelashes trembling, and at this moment, Bryce probably already knew the truth.

How would he deal with me?

Would he divorce me?

The word "divorce" slipped through my mind, and my stomach hurt even more.

Actually, it would be better if we divorced. We wouldn't have to torture each other anymore.

For both of us, it would be a relief.

"Bang!"

The door of the ward was violently kicked open, and I opened my eyes in shock, seeing a tall figure with thunderous anger stepping into the ward.

At this moment, his eyes were dark and fierce, like a devil, particularly terrifying.

I was very frightened, and crawled off the bed in a panic, but because I was too hasty, I ended up rolling off the bed with the blanket.

With a "plop," not only was I stunned, but even Bryce was stunned.

He stood still, his face darkening, watching me desperately struggling in the blanket, my cheeks turning red with anxiety.

He was slow to realize that I was actually so afraid of him.

His heart felt like it had been tugged by something, and he slowly walked over, stopping beside me.

He leaned down to pick me up, but I misunderstood and thought he was going to hit me.

I pulled the blanket over my head, trembling with fear, and my frightened voice came from under the blanket, "Don't hit me."

Bryce froze for a moment, almost laughing out loud.

When did he become a woman-beating villain in my eyes?

He suppressed his anger and lifted me up from the ground, placing me gently on the hospital bed.

He pulled a chair up to the bedside and sat down.

I hesitated under the covers for a moment before carefully peeking out, like a newly hatched chick, full of fear for the unknown world outside.

When I met Bryce's cold gaze, I shrank back into the covers, lowering my eyes in fear.

Bryce chuckled, realizing that he had been blindly arrogant before, thinking that my fear of him was born out of love.

Now he realized that I was simply afraid of him.

A sharp pain spread from his heart to every corner of his body, making his fingers tremble.

He reached for his cigarette case but didn't take one out.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asked.

I clenched the corners of the blanket so tightly that my fingertips turned white.

He knew, and now it was time to settle accounts with me?

I knew this day would come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to come so soon.

I sat up in bed and spoke slowly, "I wanted to tell you on the day of the follow-up examination, but you didn't give me a chance."

It was raining heavily that day, just like today.

When I returned to the villa, the servant told me that Bryce was in the baby's room upstairs.

I went to find him and found the room in ruins, with the crib and rocking horse smashed to pieces.

Bryce sat against the wall, like a male lion who had lost his cub, desolate and sad.

I knew that he had sincerely looked forward to the arrival of this child, even if he didn't love me, he loved the child in my belly.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have married me, who was as lowly as dirt, just to give this child a complete home.

I stood at the door for a long time before gathering the courage to walk in.

I knelt in front of him and hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I went to the hospital for a check-up today, and the results weren't good. In the future, I'm afraid... We got married because of the child, but now that the child is gone, if you want a divorce, I won't object."

He was suddenly provoked by something I said, and Bryce erupted in anger, pushing me to the ground.

His strong body pressed down on me, his eyes burning with intense hatred.

"Divorce? Laurette, what do you take me for?"

"I don't..."

To me, Bryce was an unattainable god.

I respected and feared him, but never dared to disrespect him.

Bryce stared at me, his hatred so deep and heavy that it seemed like he wanted to tear me apart alive.

Suddenly, he leaned down and bit my throat. "Laurette, I really want to kill you!" The same words brought me back to reality from my memories.

I couldn't help but shiver, and then I heard Bryce continue, "You've made me a laughingstock these past few years."

My heart tightened, and tears streamed down my face.

"I'm sorry."

Bryce stared at me for a moment, then suddenly found it funny and laughed, but his laughter was filled with thick sadness.

"I'm so noble, yet I need a victim like you to apologize to me." My heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles, and a dense pain spread throughout my body.

My tears fell even faster.

"I'm sorry. I messed up your life back then. If you want to..."

"Shut up!" Bryce suddenly interrupted me with a stern voice.

"I've told you, unless I bring it up myself, you'll never have the right to mention those two words."

I looked up in surprise.

"You.."

Bryce looked angry and embarrassed, and spoke forcefully, "You know about this, and if you dare to let a third person know, try it!"

My heart was in turmoil.

He knew, but he didn't want a divorce.

I couldn't understand what he was thinking.

"Why?" Bryce looked into my eyes, remembering when he returned to take over the Rodriguez Group.

At first, he was ruthless, and everyone feared him.

Wherever he went, it was dead silent.

Only I was the bright spot in this earthly hell.

My face always carried a pure smile, and my eyes were full of bright light.

Since when did I stop smiling and lose the light in my eyes?

He leaned over, pinching my chin, and spoke slowly like a venomous snake, "Laurette, you betrayed me. I want you to stay by my side for the rest of your life and atone for your mistake." This was the sin I had to atone for, for him and for our unborn child.