Chapter 190 Martin’s Jealous Rage
After Patricia left, Martin took the children to the amusement park, and then the snow city as planned. Regrettably, with one person missing, the children's enthusiasm was noticeably less.
Even Martin himself, seemed distracted.
Seeing him like this, Charles couldn't help but comfort him, "Daddy, don't worry. Mommy is a doctor, and it's natural for her to take care of patients. Besides, Hunter was injured while saving Mommy.”
“With no relatives or friends here, he only knows Mommy, so it's only right that she can't just abandon him."
Martin knew this logic all too well. Yet the thought of them alone together made him writhe with jealousy. They played for a bit longer, but seeing that no one was really enjoying themselves, Charles suggested they head home early to rest.
Martin drove them home. The children were all tired. Sitting on the living room couch, unwilling to leave, Martin told Randy, "If you're tired, go take a bath. Tonight, you might have to make do with Charles and Fannie."
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Randy asked, "Aren’t we going home tonight?"
Martin sat immovable on the couch, legs crossed, "We're not going back. I'm waiting for your mommy to return."
He was determined to see what time she would come home. Seeing his mind was made up, the children said no more and went to take their baths. Charles found some pajamas for Randy to change into, then they all went to bed.
Martin sat on the couch, waiting. Time ticked by, second by second.
Martin watched as the time on his phone creeped from nine o'clock to ten, then eleven, and finally to midnight, yet Patricia still hadn't returned.
As time passed, he became increasingly restless. Pacing back and forth in the living room. Unconsciously, his mind conjured up various images of Patricia and Hunter together.
Embracing intimately, kissing passionately, lying together in bed, or worse, being intimate with one another. The more he thought, the more Martin couldn't sit still. After a brief moment of hesitation, he decisively picked up his phone and called Alan.
"Find out where Hunter is staying right now." Alan was efficient. In no time at all, he had completed the task.
"Hunter is currently staying in the Presidential Suite, room 5801, at the Ivara City Hotel!"
"A hotel?" Martin's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Hunter had been staying at a hotel all along. Did that mean Patricia was with him at the hotel? With this thought, Martin could no longer contain himself. He grabbed the car keys thrown on the coffee table, drove at top speed, and raced to the Ivara City Hotel.
Upon finding room 5801, Martin raised his hand to knock but discovered that the door was ajar. A gentle push and it swung open. He strode in, yet Patricia was nowhere to be seen. Just as he was about to call out her name, he heard noise coming from the bedroom.
Martin's breath caught; the unease in his heart rapidly swelled as he followed the sounds to the bedroom door. Before he could see clearly inside, Patricia's voice emerged.
"I won't leave you; I'll stay by your side; I won't let anyone bully you—”
Martin's entire body turned ice-cold; he stumbled over a trash can, making a minor noise. Patricia, following the sound, turned to look towards the doorway. At the same time, Martin, with trembling hands, pushed the door open.
Their gazes met in midair, unexpectedly crashing into each other's line of sight. Seeing Hunter and Patricia tightly embraced, Martin's tall and imposing frame quivered. Disbelief filled his eyes, as his heart felt as if it were being torn in two.
The pain was like steel needles piercing his skin, furiously burrowing into his body through his veins and muscle, coming to a halt at his heart. A wave of unprecedented despair overwhelmed him, sweeping away both his breath and heartbeat.
"He's running a fever, delirious with it, so I... I..." Patricia, catching Martin's look of utter despair, felt inexplicably guilty and tried to explain. But she found the situation too difficult; knowing a few words simply couldn't clarify everything.
Martin felt as though someone had thrown a spark into him, and he exploded in an instant. He stormed over and forcibly separated Hunter and Patricia. With such force, Hunter was thrown onto the bed, landing hard on his already-injured back, causing him to knit his brows in pain and cry out.
"It hurts so much!"
Patricia's shoulders also hurt from Martin's rough handling, and anger flared up within her.
"What are you doing? Don't you realize he's injured his back? I just bandaged him up, and your roughness is going to make him bleed again."
Her concern for Hunter, mixed with the accusation towards him, left Martin’s heart bleeding metaphorically.
"You're scolding me for his sake?" His tone was as childish, and pitiful, as that of a wrongly accused child.
Patricia couldn't help but laugh in frustration, responding helplessly, "No, that's not it! He's a patient now, and you shouldn't treat a patient that way."
Martin's mind urged him to stay calm, but his thoughts would not be controlled. His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms, his frustration so intense that his teeth chattered uncontrollably, spitting out words without a filter.
"A patient? A patient can hold you? If that's the case, if he wants to sleep with you, would you agree just because he's a patient?"
The hurtful words spilled out without a second thought. As soon as they were spoken, Martin regretted them, wishing he could bite off his own tongue.
Patricia looked at Martin in disbelief, unable to believe that he could think so little of her. Her vision blurred, and she felt as if she were soaked in ice water, her blood running cold.
Despair and disappointment were inadequate to describe her feelings at that moment. Her expression deeply wounded Martin’s heart.
"I…" He parted his lips, trying to explain.
But Patricia's slap was fierce, silencing the words he was about to say. Pointing to the door, her voice shaking with emotion, she spoke.
"Get out. Just get out. I don't want to see you. We are already divorced; we no longer have any connection. Even if I sleep with Hunter, you have no right to interfere."
Upon hearing her last words, all of Martin’s guilt vanished. He glared at Patricia with an intense ferocity, his eyes red-rimmed and his expression so fierce it was as if he could devour someone whole. His heart ached intensely, and his expression was equally vicious.
In that moment, he wished he could flay and eviscerate the woman who had hurt him again and again, swallow her whole, and have her belong to him forever, unable to ever leave.
Patricia, thoroughly disillusioned with him, no longer wanted to see him. She turned to check on Hunter’s wounds.
But before she could even touch Hunter, Martin suddenly grabbed her arm, flipped her over, and pinned her down on the bed. His eyes were a dreadful crimson, his anger so fierce it seemed as if all the blood in his body was aflame, like a raging beast completely beyond control.
"Since you like him so much, I'll take you right next to him, and see if he still wants you afterward."
Patricia's eyes widened incredulously: "Martin, are you insane?"
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