Chapter 590
The sound of the slap made the nighttime living room even more silent.
Martin's tongue pressed against his slapped left cheek, and his eyes were filled with hostility. "Shouldn't you fulfill your duties as a wife?"
"You are committing marital rape!" Haley glared at Martin and said, "Ivan, I don't understand; why did you completely change into a different person after we got married? Were all the vows you made to me false? Did you marry me just to give the four children a complete home?"
Martin's cold eyes stared at her as he said, "I don't want to explain."
Because he didn't know how to explain either.
Martin was not Ivan. He had no obligation to pamper Ivan's woman and children.
However, Haley's taste was quite good.
Martin licked his lips, and his tone softened. "Haley, we haven't seen each other for half a month. Don't you miss me? We have never shared a bed since we got married. I owe you a wedding night. Let's make up for it today."
Haley was truly disgusted.
She didn't understand why she deeply loved Ivan in her heart, but as soon as she saw his face and heard him speak, she felt repulsed and disgusted.
Haley covered her neckline, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Ivan, you are also a semi-public figure. You should know that many media outlets have scrutinized your every word and action. In the future, I hope you pay attention to your words and actions. At least don't let things like last night make the news headlines again. I don't mind seeing it, but what's important is that I don't want the children to see it."
Haley's voice grew colder. "I don't expect you to be a good husband, but I hope you can strive to be a good father."
After speaking, Haley turned and walked step by step upstairs, then forcefully closed and locked the door to the master bedroom.
The crystal light in the living room fell on Martin's shoulders. He raised his hand to touch his slapped face and smirked. "This is quite interesting."
In all his years, this was the first time Martin had been slapped.
Haley loved that useless Ivan so much, yet she refused to share a room with him.
Could it be because she realized he wasn't Ivan anymore?
That was impossible.
If Haley knew he wasn't Ivan, she would undoubtedly stab him in the heart.
"Martin." Brenda's voice suddenly echoed in the empty living room.
Martin glanced coldly. "Who are you calling?"
"Ivan. You are Ivan." Brenda's voice trembled. "Tell me the truth. Is your brother really dead?"
"He's dead, shot twenty-eight times to death." Martin's voice was chilling. "So, in this world, you only have me as a son."
Brenda guessed in her heart, but she couldn't help but burst into tears.
She pounded her chest, tears streaming down continuously.
"If you want the Winston family to continue, you must bury this secret deep inside." Martin's voice was deep. "And don't call me Martin anymore. Martin died twenty-six years ago, and there is no such person in the world anymore."
Brenda covered her lips, forcing back her mournful cries.
She choked on her words. "Martin, I'm sorry. If you have any grievances, take them out on me. Why did you go after Ivan?"
"He brought it on himself. What's it to do with me?" Martin was impatient. He lit a cigarette, and as the smoke entered his lungs, his inner restlessness was finally suppressed a bit.
He just wanted Ivan to live a life without dignity forever. Who would have thought Ivan would go to his death?
Martin didn't know who suggested to Ivan to go assassinate August alone.
"Now that you have become Ivan, can you please play the role of Ivan well?" Brenda grabbed Martin's arm, her voice pleading. "I'm not asking you to be good to Haley and the children. At least you'll maintain a superficially harmonious relationship. A year from now, if you want to divorce, marry another woman, and have your children, I won't stop you."
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