Rachel Hayes had gotten used to living in the villa all this time; returning to this rundown single apartment, she found everything disagreeable.
Just thinking about Victoria Monroe describing her as a sewer bug made her gnash her teeth in hatred.
Why is it that all the good things in this world are taken by Victoria Monroe?
Back then, the producer who paid eighty million to keep her, and now she has climbed up to someone like Julian Fordham, and even hooked up with the film king.
Autumn Fordham sent a message: [My brother has a big move today, he will clarify that you and he were just a misunderstanding, and he’s going to reveal his wife’s identity.]
"Crash," the items on the dressing table were swept off by Rachel Hayes.
Rachel’s face changed dramatically, her fists clenched tightly, teeth gnashing in hatred.
They played with her and got back together, how can there be such good things in this world?
Victoria Monroe, if I can’t have the man, you won’t get him either.
Then let’s go to hell together!
Victoria Monroe raised her hand to wipe her tears with her sleeve, just like she did when she was a child.
Her eyes, clean and clear, stared at Julian Fordham, pulling her emotions out from the pain she was just in.
She smiled slightly: "It’s nothing, it’s all in the past."
She picked up the coat and turned to leave, Julian Fordham followed her.
"Victoria, let me take you home."
Julian Fordham put the coat over her shoulders, tying a bow at the waist, as meticulous and considerate as ever.
Victoria Monroe placed her hands in her pockets, looking at him mildly.
"My car is here; life always has its farewells, mountains are high, roads are far, our paths may never cross again."
What needed to be said and done, she had already finished at the dinner.
Assistant Woods held the umbrella and opened the door for her, Victoria Monroe walked into the wind and snow.
Beneath the streetlights, her shadow stretched long, lonely and desolate.
Julian Fordham murmured softly: "Victoria, how could I ever let you go?"
Sadness in his eyes was gradually overtaken by obsession.
"We vowed before Buddha, sharing life and death; Victoria, unless I die, I will never let go."
Julian Fordham watched Victoria Monroe get into the car, saw a person sitting in the car as the door closed.
A man’s jade-like hand casually rested on the armrest, the black prayer beads slowly sliding from his wrist.
It’s Rhys Hawthorne, he personally came to pick her up!
Julian Fordham’s expression turned cold, "Assistant Prescott, proceed with the original plan."
Corbin Prescott stared at Julian Fordham’s resolute back, "Boss, won’t this make your wife hate you?"
Julian Fordham closed his eyes, lashes trembling lightly, "If there’s no love, then let her hate me, at least I’ll have a place in her heart."
"Got it, I understand."
Corbin Prescott bowed and left, moments later, he hurriedly looked at Julian Fordham, "Boss, something happened!"
Julian Fordham’s eyes showed some weariness, "What is it?"
"Quickly open your phone, Rachel Hayes started a live stream exposing your affair!"
Within five minutes of the broadcast, Rachel Hayes’s live stream room already had hundreds of thousands of viewers, increasing by tens of thousands per second.
The comments below flooded the screen:
[Sister Rachel, what’s President Fordham like in private?]
[I’m so jealous Sister Rachel has been loved by President Fordham all these years.]
[Congratulations on your pregnancy, Sister!]
[Blessings, confetti~]
[Let me get some of Sister’s good luck, so I can find a husband like President Fordham.]
Julian Fordham’s reputation as a loving husband was deeply rooted in people’s minds; he wanted no one to covet his wife, so he protected Victoria Monroe well.
Unexpectedly, Rachel Hayes seized the opportunity!
That damned thing, how dare she do this, she’s reckless!
In front of the camera, Rachel Hayes smiled: "With so many questions, I don’t know which one to answer; I’ll start live streaming anytime to share my pregnancy life with everyone."
Julian Fordham nearly crushed his phone in his hand, he suddenly looked up at Corbin Prescott, his dark eyes filled with scarlet, he gnashed his teeth and asked: "Assistant Prescott, didn’t you get rid of her child, aren’t you the one who owes me an explanation?"
Assistant Prescott didn’t defend himself, his knees bent slightly as he knelt on the ground.
"Your mother threatened me with my sister; if I got rid of her child, she would cut off my sister’s medication and send her to the mountains to be a bride."
Julian Fordham stepped toward Corbin Prescott, leaning over to grab his collar.
"You were the person I trusted most besides Victoria in this world, why did you betray me?"
Corbin Prescott closed his eyes, "I’m sorry, boss, my sister is still young, I can’t watch her get hurt."
The veins on Julian Fordham’s hand bulged, intertwining, his knuckles pale from exertion.
His smile was both icy and bitter, "Corbin Prescott, you’re worried about your sister, what about my Victoria?"
Rachel Hayes hit the foundation, exposing her life through a live stream.
She wouldn’t give Julian Fordham another chance to hurt her!
Unless Julian Fordham also wanted to expose himself to the camera, and terminate her pregnancy in front of everyone.
That treacherous woman made the worst move, yet it was enough for a comeback.
Once again disrupting all of Julian Fordham’s plans.
Originally, Victoria Monroe had drawn boundaries, he worked so hard to recover.
But now everything was in vain, Victoria Monroe would only think he was lying!
Holding onto Rachel Hayes while clinging to her.
Julian Fordham’s eyes were red, he seemed like a wounded beast from the darkness, his voice was painful and wailing: "How do I regain my Victoria? Corbin Prescott, tell me, what should I do?"
All Corbin Prescott could offer was an apology, no other words.
"Boss, it was my incompetence that betrayed you, you can do whatever you want."
"By killing you, will my Victoria come back?"
Julian Fordham pushed him away, then ran out like a madman.
He must explain clearly to Victoria Monroe.
He hadn’t lied to her, he really was renewed, intending to terminate Rachel Hayes’s child and reconcile with her.
Victoria, my Victoria, how can I make you believe in me?
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Only the snowflakes gently falling from the sky landed beside him.
Julian Fordham knelt in the snow, overwhelmed with pain.
Victoria Monroe opened the car door and saw Rhys Hawthorne sitting beside her, she jumped.
Rhys Hawthorne must have just left a dinner, carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
One hand supported his head, two buttons on his shirt undone, adding some recklessness to his usual restraint and elegance.
Legs slightly spread, he lazily leaned against the seat.
Even his voice bore a hint of weariness not usually present: "I passed by to see you, did he trouble you?"
Victoria Monroe shook her head, "No, I’ve made it clear to him, hopefully he’ll accept it."
Rhys Hawthorne didn’t reply, Victoria Monroe thought too simply; that man wouldn’t let go!
The phone vibrated incessantly, messages pushed through.
Victoria initially ignored it, but Assistant Woods spoke up: "Rachel Hayes exposed it."
Mentioning this name, Victoria Monroe had to check the news and enter Rachel Hayes’s live stream.
Rachel Hayes’s voice rang clearly in the car: "Yes, I’m pregnant, the child’s father is Julian Fordham."
Victoria Monroe’s expression stiffened, the phone falling.
This incident was beyond everyone’s expectations; Victoria Monroe hurriedly gathered herself, "Sorry."
She bent to pick it up, the driver turned just right, her phone tilted towards Rhys Hawthorne.
She left her seat, trying to reach it, but the car turned again.
Inertia caused her to lose control, grabbing something randomly, her head hit hard.
When the car stabilized, she realized she was between Rhys Hawthorne’s legs, holding his pants, her face just buried in Rhys’s...