Chapter 1330 Answer My Question
Cecilia suddenly understood. He wanted revenge. What other way does a man have to get back at a woman he once loved?
Cecilia's heart shattered, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
If he was leaving, did he have to make her hate him this way?
Cecilia knew that even if she resisted, she was no match for him. But even if it meant dying, she wouldn't let him win. She couldn't lose the last shred of her dignity in front of him!
At that moment, Daryl's hand tore away Cecilia's last bit of modesty.
Cecilia bit her lip in pain, her eyes fixed on Daryl.
But Daryl didn't take the next step.
Instead, his eyes were locked on the long, deep scar on Cecilia's abdomen. It was from the C-section she had when giving birth to Thaddeus. She had a difficult labor, so the scar was larger and deeper than usual. It had only been eight months since the birth, so the scar was still quite shocking.
After a while, Cecilia realized Daryl's true intention. He wanted to see the scar on her belly.
The doctor had said her mastitis was due to breastfeeding, a condition only nursing mothers get. Daryl must have suspected something about her condition.
Cecilia tightened her legs nervously. She knew Daryl must have figured out she had a child.
Panic surged through her. What should she do? She couldn't let him find out about Thaddeus, or she would lose him!
Daryl stared at the scar on Cecilia's stomach for what felt like an eternity before finally releasing her.
Cecilia quickly pulled her clothes back on, trembling the entire time.
Daryl's gaze finally shifted to Cecilia, filled with sorrow and pain. "So, you had a kid in the past year and a half?"
Cecilia knew she couldn't hide it anymore, so she admitted, "Yeah, so what?"
Hearing this, Daryl went mad.
He grabbed Cecilia by the throat, demanding, "Where's the kid? Who's the father?"
Despite struggling to breathe, Cecilia stubbornly replied, "I'll have a kid with whoever I want. It's none of your business!"
When Daryl heard that, he sneered.
After laughing, Daryl said coldly, "Don't forget, you're still my wife. I'm your husband. You think it's none of my business? Fine, I'll find that kid and see whose it is!"
With that, Daryl shoved Cecilia away.
She fell onto the bed, hitting her head on the sharp corner of the table.
But she didn't feel the pain. All she could think about was Thaddeus.
"Daryl, we're on the brink of divorce. Why dig into this? Let's finalize the divorce tomorrow. You can start a new life with Skylar, and I can live peacefully. Isn't that better? Why do you need to make everything so clear?" Cecilia shouted at Daryl.
"Because I want justice!" Daryl gritted his teeth.
"Justice? Who's gonna give me justice?" Cecilia laughed bitterly.
"You hid the child from me. Is the child Elijah's?" Daryl's eyes bore into Cecilia.
Cecilia looked up, stunned, meeting his piercing gaze.
She couldn't help but laugh in anger.
She had hidden Thaddeus not just because she feared Daryl would take custody, but because she feared he would say something hurtful. And he had.
"What are you laughing at?" Daryl was infuriated by her laughter.
"Do you want the child not to be yours?" Cecilia retorted.
"Shameless! Disgusting!" Daryl slapped Cecilia hard.
The slap echoed in the room.
Cecilia fell onto the bed, her face burning, her ears ringing. She feared she might go deaf.
"If I'm so shameless and disgusting, then divorce me and let me fend for myself!" Cecilia cried.
But Daryl snarled, "No way. I won't let you have your way. You want to divorce me and run to Elijah? Forget it. I've changed my mind. I won't divorce you. I'll find that child first, then decide!"
With that, Daryl turned to leave.
Cecilia panicked.
"Daryl, Thaddeus is mine. He has nothing to do with your family. You can't touch him!" She shouted at Daryl's back, fearing what he might do in his rage.
Daryl paused, then turned, a cold smile on his lips. "The child's name is Thaddeus?"
Cecilia realized she had slipped, calling out her son's name in her panic.
"So, he's a boy?" Daryl muttered to himself.
Cecilia knew he would find out everything eventually. It was just a matter of time.
She calmed herself but couldn't hide her worry for Thaddeus. "I just ask you not to hurt my son. It's all my fault. Thaddeus is innocent. He's only eight months old. He knows nothing."
"Eight months? You left me eighteen months ago. You had him eight months ago. Is he exactly eight months old or a bit older?" Daryl's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, grabbing Cecilia's arm, his voice urgent.
Cecilia knew she had said too much in her panic. She struggled to break free. "Let go of me!"
His grip was so strong it felt like he would crush her bones.
"Answer me!" Daryl shouted when Cecilia didn't respond.
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