All Chapters of Second Marriage to the Billionaire: Ex-Husband Begs Me Not to Go: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

It wasn't until Victor caught sight of needle marks covering Archer's small body that he realized his wife was just as ruthless as he was.Finally, he turned his attention to the child.The boy was genuinely beautiful—delicate features, pale skin. When he grew up, he'd likely be stunning.But his eyes were always empty, lifeless—like he wasn't really alive.Like a ghost drifting through the world.Victor found this fascinating. He decided his "son" was far more interesting than his wife. He'd grown tired of Elena's endless greed, disgusted by how she tormented this captivating child for the sake of her unborn baby.On that pitch-black night, he dragged Elena down to his basement laboratory and personally aborted her pregnancy.No matter how she screamed and pleaded, he remained completely unmoved.Only when he extracted the bloody mass from her body did his demonic smile finally appear.Leaving Elena's fate uncertain, he walked step by step toward Archer, who was cowering in t

Elena summoned her courage and approached him, placing her hand over the document he was reading. She was doing this for little Archer, but the moment she realized what she'd done, her body began trembling reflexively.She suddenly remembered the man before her was a monster.She stumbled backward several steps like someone expecting to be struck, her eyes wide with terror.Victor showed no anger. He methodically continued reading his document, only lifting his gaze to glance at her after finishing the entire file."He's my son. He doesn't need those useless emotions."Useless emotions? Compassion? Love? Mercy? Or more?Elena stared at the man before her, seeing through his mask to the horror beneath. He wanted to mold little Archer into a second version of himself.A cold, emotionless psychopath.Standing before Victor, Elena could feel her heart racing so fast it might burst from her throat. Every breath felt like battling inner terror, her chest so tight she could barely bre

Sunlight filtered through the curtain gaps, falling on her pale, lifeless hands like life's final caress.Her face was gaunt, eyes closed tight, like a sleeping butterfly that could never again take flight.Her once-vibrant body was now just skin and bones, each breath a struggle, until finally her heartbeat stopped, departing this world with infinite weariness and disappointment.The memorial hall was set up in a modest chamber, white drapes swaying gently in the breeze like mourners' silent sighs.Elena's photograph sat in the center, her smile still radiant but now only a memory.Little Archer knelt on the floor, tears silently streaming down his cheeks to the cold ground below. His hands were clenched into tight fists, knuckles white with strain, his heart filled with rage against fate and infinite grief at her passing.Victor stood nearby, his expression completely unmoved, his coldness chilling to the bone."Just a useless woman dead." His contemptuous words cut through th

After speaking, a flicker of reluctance crossed his eyes. He glanced at the step where she stood—it wasn't far from the floor. A push from here wouldn't hurt her.He pressed her shoulders and applied just enough force to make her lose her balance and tumble from the step to the ground.She was confused at first, but when the pain hit, she couldn't control her tears."I hate you!""I hate big brother the most!"She scrambled up from the floor and ran away without looking back.Archer stood frozen, staring down at his hands, then involuntarily clenched them into fists.He desperately wanted to help her up, but he knew he didn't deserve to.Victor watched this scene expressionlessly, then let out a cold laugh, "You still held back."He approached step by step, forcibly dragging Archer to the top of the staircase, then shoved him hard. Archer tumbled down the stairs, and despite protecting his head with both arms, he still bled and got injured.Blood once again stained his white

Only Archer had no one who cared.Great-grandfather knew he didn't have much time left—perhaps just days. He needed to pave the way for Archer.Grandpa Duncan agreed—he would protect Archer.Shortly after making the will, Great-grandfather's health rapidly declined until he passed away.Archer knew the person who loved him most in this world was gone.He lived near the cemetery for three full years, mourning his great-grandfather.He didn't return to his parents' house, instead moving into the old family estate.Though the replacement child had been sent away from the Duncan house, his parents still supported him financially, sending money every month as if he were another young master of the family.Archer didn't care anymore—just like he didn't care about his parents.Robert and Grace were supposedly his parents, but they were no different from strangers.Like now, when these two "strangers" were screaming about Aria being unworthy of marrying into the Duncan family.What