Chapter 60
Meanwhile, Ambrose woke up when the sun was already high. He rubbed his temples, exhausted from his night with Millicent.
Suddenly, he remembered my tear–filled eyes from the night before, a strange unease gnawing at his heart.”
He grabbed his phone, dialing that familiar number, but only an automated voice answered. “Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off.“”
Opening WhatsApp, Ambrose saw that my profile had turned black.
[Where are you?] he typed.
A red exclamation mark appeared in the next second.§
Ambrose shot out of bed, frustration evident on his face as he flung his phone onto the bed. When Millicent clung to him, he shoved her away.N
“Jasmine!” he shouted, his bare feet pounding the stairs as he stormed downstairs. Every room was empty.
The basement was thick with dust, making him cough violently. It felt as if no one had ever lived there.}
Outside, the doorbell rang; a courier was delivering a package.
Ambrose tore it open. Inside was a divorce agreement and a note.
“Ambrose, let’s get divorced. I’m tired.“N
A wave of panic gripped his chest.N
Eight years. No matter how much he played outside, Jasmine had always quietly stayed home. But now, she was just gone?!
When Millicent appeared at the bottom of the stairs and saw Ambrose’s stunned expression, her eyes flicked to the divorce papers, a gleam of satisfaction flashing in her gaze.N
Then she sweetly said, “Sister Jasmine must just be throwing a tantrum. Ambrose, weren’t you going to take me out today?“}
“Get lost!” Ambrose snapped, grabbing his car keys and storming out, leaving Millicent standing there, her eyes burning with hatred.
He searched everywhere I might have gone, the usual café, the library, the flower shop, but found nothing. It wasn’t until dusk that the memory of the forgotten old house crossed his mind.N
From a distance, he saw the white mourning banners hanging limply from the door.
An elderly neighbor sighed, telling him, “The old lady passed suddenly. One fall and she never got back up. That girl stayed by her side for so long, then just vanished. No one knows where she went.”
Ambrose’s blood turned to ice. That night, the night he’d driven me to buy condoms just so he could fool around with Millicent.
He went to find his mother, but her words were cold. “If she left, then let her go. You were going to get divorced anyway. You don’t even like her.”
Ambrose erupted in fury, slamming a teacup down so hard it shattered. “I’m not divorcing! Why should I? I never said I wanted a divorce; who gave her the right to ask for one?“N
A few days later, at an upscale club.N
After drinking with some clients, Ambrose passed by a private room and froze as a familiar voice drifted out.
“Oh, Millicent, you haven’t come out to work the floor in a while! What happened? Found yourself a sugar daddy?“N
“That idiot was so easy to fool!” Millicent’s voice was thick with syrup, yet venom seeped through. “I casually said I wanted to see his wife dance, and he actually made his pregnant wife dance on a frozen lake!
old him I wanted to play a racing game, and then I purposely crashed into her. She lost the baby and didn’t even dare say a word!“N Ambrose’s breath hitched. My face, pale as paper, flashed before his eyes. A baby? What baby?N
“You little minx, you’re amazing!” came a greasy male voice. “But what if I want that body of yours again later?“N
Millicent giggled. “Brother Xander, I can take good care of you right now.”
The rustle of fabric mixed with nauseating flirtations. Ambrose’s knuckles whitened, veins bulging on the back of his hand.§ When Millicent returned to the villa, she found Ambrose sitting in the dark living room, a mountain of ash piled in the tray before him.N
A chill crawled up her spine as instinct whispered something was wrong, but she forced herself to act sweet, throwing herself into his arms. “Ambrose! Listen, the baby’s kicking!“W
She grabbed his hand, trying to press it against her belly, but the instant her fingers brushed him, she was violently shoved aside.M “Ah!” Millicent yelped as she was thrown to the floor, her hair spilling out in a tangled mess.
She looked up at Ambrose in terror as he slowly rose, his presence like a storm gathering. “Ambrose…” she stammered, shrinking back, her voice barely a whisper. “What are you doing?”
Ambrose yanked her by the hair, dragging her across the floor like a lifeless doll.
She found herself kneeling on the racetrack, watching helplessly as he climbed into a modified race car. Only then did the true horror of his intentions hit her.
“No! Please!” She shook her head wildly, makeup smeared across her tear–streaked face. “I’m pregnant! It’s your child!”
Ambrose rolled down the window, a cruel smirk curling at the corner of his lips. “Just like you said, it’s just a racing game.“N
Millicent scrambled to flee, but behind her came the deafening roar of an engine, the tires screeching as the gas pedal was slammed to the floor.
Ah!
MEN
12:16 PM
Moments later, she was bloodied and bruised, thrown onto the ice rink, her body trembling violently from the cold.§ “Dance,” Ambrose’s voice rang out, colder than the frozen ground beneath them. “Didn’t you love dancing the most?” With lips turning purple from the chill, Millicent had no choice but to struggle to her feet. Each step she took left a trail of blood staining the ice, her body shaking with exhaustion. Eventually, her strength failed her, and she collapsed onto the ice, unconscious. Rushed to the hospital, the doctors delivered the harsh news to Ambrose: she would never be able to bear children again.§ Desperate, Ambrose sought out the doctor who had once treated Jasmine and demanded to see her medical records.
His eyes froze on the page marked “8 weeks pregnant, miscarriage.” His fingers trembled uncontrollably as the reality of it all sank in.
12:16 PM
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