Chapter 742 Imagine they were you
When Alexander's name came up, Dalton's eyes blazed with anger. "You're still hung up on George's kid? Isn't William your son too? You called him a bastard, but he's your flesh and blood. Don't you feel any guilt?"
Mia snapped back, "This is all your fault! If you'd told me sooner, none of this would have happened! Look at what you've done to William! He's just like you—selfish and cruel!"
Dalton smirked, "He's my son, why shouldn't he be like me? At least I kept him close, raised him as the Bennett family's eldest. Even Hailey never gave him a hard time! But did George ever care for Alexander? He was off with other women, not even raising his own kid!"
Mia sneered, "Dalton, are you bragging? You took our son from me and now you claim you took care of him? You robbed me of the chance to be his mother!"
Mia's hatred for Dalton burned deep.
Dalton pleaded, "Would you have taken care of him with me? You hated me so much back then. You wanted to take away my chance too! I had no choice. You refused to be my mistress, refused to let me take care of you. What was I supposed to do? Mia, I was wrong, but your stubbornness made things worse. You and William were separated for so many years, and that's partly your fault too."
He gripped her arms tightly. "You should apologize to William now. You should make it up to him. If you hadn't been so stubborn back then, you wouldn't have been apart for so many years. You hit our son, insulted him, deeply hurt him, yet you only care about Alexander. They're both your sons. How can you treat them so differently? It's so unfair!"
Mia felt dizzy, unable to communicate with him normally. "Dalton, you're really crazy!"
"Yes, I am crazy," Dalton shouted. "I've been crazy for twenty-seven years. Do you know what I've been through? Living with a woman I didn't love, sharing a bed with her, was a daily torment. All I could think about was you. Whether I was with Hailey or another woman, I imagined they were you just to make love to them!"
Dalton's eyes were bloodshot, his expression increasingly frantic, his breathing more and more erratic. "Mia, I miss you so much. Do you remember the first time we made love? You were so pitiful, crying in my arms. I had to comfort you, moving gently."
"Shut up, stop talking!" Mia interrupted him, agitated.
She thought to herself, 'He's so disgusting! Pretending to be so affectionate while doing such vile things!'
"Why can't I talk about it? It all happened, and there's no one else here." Dalton said, looking natural. "Why are you shy? Or have you forgotten how you looked when you climaxed under me?"
He would never forget.
Even though he had been with many women since, he could never recapture the feeling he had with Mia.
Mia looked at him mockingly. "Yes, I've long forgotten. I'm used to making love with George now. To me, you've long faded from memory."
Dalton's grip tightened, almost crushing her shoulders.
Suddenly, he burst into laughter.
Seeing his smile, Mia felt a chill down her spine.
"Mia, in the coming time, you'll remember my touch again." Dalton suddenly hoisted Mia up and threw her onto the bed, pouncing on her!
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Mia screamed, struggling violently.
"Mia, you're being so unfair. You left me no choice!"
With that, Dalton tore her clothes apart.
Mia's mind went blank as she struggled desperately. "Dalton, you madman! You begged for another chance, and this is how you treat me!"
"You left me no choice!" He pinned her legs down, grabbed her hands, and pressed them to the sides, kissing her lips.
Mia could barely breathe from the kiss, desperately trying to turn away.
Dalton easily pinned her frail wrists, freeing one hand to unbuckle his belt.
The room filled with screams and sounds of struggle.
