Chapter 89 You agreed to it voluntarily back then.
The moment Yvette finished talking, the atmosphere in the car turned ice-cold.
It wasn't until the car behind them honked that Albert noticed the light had turned green.
Without a word, he hit the gas pedal, and they sped off.
Albert felt the weight of Yvette's question but had no idea how to answer.
Why did he want to keep the baby?
He couldn't even explain it to himself.
"I want this child," he said, offering no further explanation.
Albert's evasive eyes and vague words confirmed what Victor had said.
He just needed a kid to split the inheritance, and Yvette happened to be pregnant.
Yvette's lips twisted into a bitter smile, her eyes full of irony.
"Even if I have this baby, he's mine. I'm not giving him to you," Yvette said softly, "I'll raise him myself."
Albert gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
His voice was hoarse and strained, but his anger still seeped through.
"Yvette, what are you saying? The baby's not even born yet, and you're making these plans?"
Yvette stayed calm, "Our relationship was a mistake from the start. Fixing that mistake is the right thing to do."
Albert took a deep breath, checked the rearview mirror, and pulled over.
His eyes were cold, and he looked visibly angry.
"Yvette, do you mean it?"
"Absolutely."
Albert looked at Yvette's face, more stunning than ever, and thought about her recent changes.
He had tried to calm her pregnancy mood swings, introduced her to his friends to make her feel secure, yet she had been waiting for this moment to hurt him.
Albert felt utterly humiliated; everything he did was just a joke to her.
"Yvette, can you stop acting like a victim? You were willing in the beginning. I never forced you."
Albert's heavy breathing filled the car, his back heaving as he tried to suppress his anger.
His words made Yvette feel humiliated.
He was essentially saying she brought this on herself.
He was just short of calling her cheap from the start.
Yvette's face stayed calm, her eyes blinked lightly, and she nodded without hesitation, "Yes, I was willing."
"Then why are you doing this?"
Albert couldn't understand. They had a child, got married. He cut ties with Violet, and introduced her to his friends. Wasn't that enough? What else did she want?
"Because I'm not willing anymore, okay?"
Yvette's cold and distant words were more than Albert could bear.
He unlocked the car's safety lock, "Suit yourself."
A gesture of letting her go, setting her free.
Yvette didn't hesitate, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and got out.
She walked away from Albert's car without looking back.
Yvette clutched her bag tightly, afraid she might turn back.
But after walking for a while, Yvette couldn't help but look back, only to see Albert's car driving away.
Yvette sneered at herself.
Was she afraid he'd come after her? He was already gone.
Yvette placed a hand on her belly, determined to face the future with her child, strong and unwavering.
In the bar's private room, the ceiling was a deep, mysterious starry sky, with colorful lights creating a decadent atmosphere.
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and nicotine, stirring up all of Violet's pent-up anger and frustration, desperately needing an outlet.
Violet downed one drink after another. Her friends, who had never seen her so distraught, tried to comfort her.
"Violet, don't be sad. His taste is trash. Leaving him just shows your worth."
"Exactly, look at the wife he married after you. She's nothing compared to you. He's not worth your tears."
"You're just hurting now. Once you get over it, you'll see it's a blessing in disguise!"
Their words only made Violet feel worse.
He chose Yvette over her.
Unable to bear it any longer, Violet got up, needing to release her emotions in the restroom.
The spilled alcohol made the floor slippery, and as Violet stood, she slipped and fell.
"Violet!" A friend reached out to help her.
Violet felt an itch around her neck, as if something had fallen. She shuddered, a terrible premonition making her tremble.
Looking down, she saw it was her necklace.
The broken necklace lay on the floor, covered in spilled alcohol, shining under the colorful lights.
Violet was on the verge of collapse.
She valued this necklace so much.
Violet immediately picked it up from the floor, ignoring how dirty it was, and frantically wiped it on her beautiful white dress, but it was in vain.
Violet clutched the broken necklace, finally unable to hold back her tears. She covered her face and cried.
Her hair was messy, her eyes bloodshot, and her sobs were heart-wrenching, scaring everyone present.
"Violet, is your necklace broken? Do you want us to take a look?"
"Yeah, let's see where it's broken. Maybe it can be fixed."
As they spoke, someone reached out to take the necklace from Violet to see if it could be repaired.
But Violet quickly pulled her hand back, not letting anyone touch it.
"Go away!" Violet screamed, "Don't touch my necklace!"
"Let's find a shop to take a look, craftsman can fix it well, don't worry."
That friend couldn't take it anymore, and everyone looked at her accusingly, as if it was her fault.
"I helped you up when you fell. How can you shout at me? It's just a necklace, I'll buy you a new one."
"Buy me a new one?" Violet's bloodshot eyes glared at her, "You can never replace it!"
Violet tightly gripped the broken necklace, pushed everyone aside, and ran out of the room.
Looking at the necklace in her hand, she couldn't bear the pain.
Even if she cleaned it and repaired it, could her feelings and memories with Albert be repaired?
She fell into memories.
She would always remember the day she found the necklace and how it had brought her and Albert together.
