Chapter 116 If You Chose Her, You Can't Have Me Anymore
"I never placed you in the middle," Alexander asserted with sincerity.
"How can you claim that?" she retorted, a note of disappointment seeping into her tone. "Every time you quarrel with her, you come running to me. You claim not to love me, yet you find yourself in my bed, fuming over her. Even if you belittle me, you have no right to treat me this way."
Her gaze dropped to the floor, unable to bear the intensity of his stare any longer.
"I am your husband. Is it so difficult to comprehend that I desire intimacy with you?"
"But you chose her. The moment you selected her, you forfeited me." Victoria's voice was tinged with regret, but it wavered, sapped of its strength.
"I told you, it was an accident."
"An accident? What about us? You were the first to betray me, were you aware of that?" Her voice grew fainter. "Back then, you were single; otherwise, I would never have consented."
"So, you regret it now?" Alexander's frustration was mounting as he listened to her.
Her pitiful tone said it all; she was indeed filled with regret.
"Yes, I regret it. If I had known that my husband would be so quick to stray after our wedding, I would never have agreed to marry. And if you were unfaithful, why come crawling back to me?"
Her voice cracked with emotion, and she silently lowered her gaze, struggling to keep her tears at bay.
Victoria raised her hand to wipe away a tear, unable to suppress her sobs in his presence. He had shown her no respect; why should she continue to endure heartbreak and suffering?
"Victoria, if I've done nothing wrong, you owe me an apology for your words today." His tone was suddenly calm and firm.
Victoria ceased her sobbing; her eyes filled with skepticism. An apology? He claimed innocence, yet another woman was already bearing his child.
"I didn't think you could be so irresponsible," Victoria retorted, her voice rising in anger. "I thought at least you'd have the courage to face the consequences of your actions. Are we women merely bed ornaments to you? Do you use us once and then discard us for the next?"
Alexander's brow furrowed deeply, his wife's harsh words grating on him. Agitated, he rose from the bed, tossed the covers over her with a rough gesture, and strode toward the door.
Victoria sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest, her gaze stubbornly fixed on the space he had vacated. His departure must have been a result of her words, too ashamed to face her any longer.
Did he possess even a shred of decency?
Victoria, still seething, kept her gaze fixed on the empty space he had occupied. The thought that she had struck a nerve and made him feel shame brought a slight sense of satisfaction.
But then...
Not even a few seconds had passed.
She suddenly sat upright, her body tense and her breath held. The man who had just left was now striding back towards her.
"Go to sleep," he commanded.
He returned to the bed abruptly, yanked the blanket from her, and pulled her into his embrace. He enveloped her from behind, his forehead pressing against the nape of her neck.
Victoria felt a wave of numbness wash over her, and it took her a moment to regain her senses and start to wriggle.
"If you continue this way, I'll truly leave you alone, you foolish woman."
His sudden threat silenced her, and his hand slipped beneath her nightgown, nipping gently at her neck.
Victoria instantly dared not make another move, and she felt that once she stopped squirming, so did he. So she didn't dare to twitch again.
How did she eventually fall asleep?
She had been on high alert, fearful he might try something again. Perhaps the concentrated effort had quickly exhausted her?
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When she woke up again, he was nowhere to be found.
Victoria found herself in the unexpected embrace of a pillow, her arms wrapped tightly around it.
A gasp escaped her lips as she realized the reality of her situation; she was clutching a pillow. Swiftly, she rose from the bed, her mind swirling with confusion.
Why had she been holding onto a pillow?
Moreover, it appeared to be his pillow.
She pondered over the reason behind her unusually deep slumber, her senses heightened as she scanned the room and listened intently for any sign of his presence.
There was no trace of him—had he departed?
Instinctively, Victoria reached for her phone, her heart skipping a beat as she noted the time—it was past eight o'clock. With a sense of urgency, she sprang out of bed.
But where were her clothes?
She distinctly remembered folding them neatly and placing them in the bathroom the previous night, after her shower. However, they were now conspicuously absent.
Clad only in a silk robe, she was left with no other option but to venture outside.
As she descended the stairs, the surroundings were eerily deserted. Resolute, she decided to step outside, hoping to encounter someone who could assist her. As she reached for the door handle…
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