Gorgeous Couple’s Sweet Love novel Chapter 3

I secretly vowed that during the divorce process, I would definitely fight for what belonged to me. I wouldn't let Steve and Charlotte, these shameless people, have a single cent. Also, I would definitely exact revenge one day.

I wanted Steve to know that I would never let him off the hook for betraying me. I also wanted Charlotte to know how it felt like to be betrayed by someone she loved.-

There was an acute sense of suffocation in my chest. My entire body was aching, but I endured the pain and wiped the tears off my face. However, no matter what, tears kept flowing down my cheeks like unstrung pearls. My heart was also bleeding.

I looked up at the sky, which was as boundless as the fear in my heart.

I had not eaten anything for a day and a night. Coupled with the fact that I had gone through a lot, my body couldn't take it anymore, and I fainted.

I felt myself falling into an embrace, which was devoid of any temperature but full of warmth at the same time.

When I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital. I opened my eyes in a daze and looked out of the window.

For a fleeting moment, I was confused.

Then, I raised my hand to cover my eyes from the sunlight. This was when a cold voice rang out. "You're awake."

The voice was deep, magnetic, and sexy.

I turned in surprise. Upon seeing the person who spoke, I didn't know what to do and looked away.

Why was it him again?

I suppressed the agitation in my chest and turned to look at the man. He had changed into a long woolen coat. It was a muted blue, seemingly dulling all his emotions and making him appear cold and indifferent.

Even though I already knew the answer, I asked, "You saved me, didn't you?"

In fact, I would have rather been left alone unconscious on the streets. I felt utterly embarrassed that he was the one who had sent me to the hospital. We were still making love an hour ago, but right now, he was looking down at me like a God from above with an indifferent gaze.

I knew that I cut an extremely flustered and pitiful sight.

This was so humiliating.

He didn't answer my question. Instead, he asked indifferently, "It has only been less than an hour, and you managed to get yourself covered in wounds. Don't you think that you're a failure?"

He paused for a moment and asked, "Who beat you up?"

I remembered that this man's last name was Dunn, but I couldn't recall his first name. I didn't dare to answer his question. I couldn't just tell him that I was beaten up by my husband and that I had just experienced domestic violence. I had already lost most of my dignity in front of him. I didn't want to embarrass myself even more.

I changed the topic and said, "Thank you for sending me to the hospital. I'll pay you back after I withdraw money from the bank."

He frowned and ignored me.

The corners of my lips hurt. Steve had probably used a lot of strength when he hit me. I reached out to touch the bruise on my face and immediately sucked in a sharp breath, subconsciously straightening my legs.

The moment I straightened my legs, I felt an excruciating pain in my chest. I subconsciously cried out. D*mn you, Steve

Hughes!

He was such a cold-blooded animal, to the point that he actually stepped on my chest!

"Are you a retard?" An indifferent and sarcastic voice rang out beside my ears. I froze for a moment and turned to look at the man.

Mr. Dunn was exceptionally handsome, and he looked charming even when he was frowning and angry.

But why was he angry?

"Even retards know how to stay still when they're in pain. Stop moving around!"

Mr. Dunn was a very sarcastic man, but what he said made sense. I froze and didn't dare to retort.

It was almost eleven at night when the nurses were done giving me fluid infusions. The doctor had also applied medication on all my bruises and scratches. There was no need for me to stay the night at the hospital.

I endured the pain and walked out of the hospital. Standing at the entrance, I looked up at the dark night sky, feeling extremely lost. I had no idea where to spend the night.

I made a cold compress, hoping that the bruises on my face would go away by tomorrow.

Even if the bruises didn't go away completely, I must not let my mother see them. If my mother were to know about what happened, she would definitely look for Steven's family and make a scene. This way, Steve's mother, Sharon, would learn about the matter and make my life difficult.

As I was treating my bruises with the cold compress, Steve sent me a text message hoping that I would go home. "I won't tell my mother about this. Emma, let's sit down and talk. We don't have to get a divorce."

Talk? Hmph, bullsh*t!

Steve's career was now on the rise. He was one of the candidates for his department's new director. If word were to get out that he had cheated on his wife, his career would definitely be ruined.

Did he really think that I didn't know what was on his mind?

He had something to fear. This meant that I had something against him and could bargain with him.

Moreover, he was the one who wronged me and betrayed me first. Even if this was taken to court, justice would be on my side.

Of course, I didn't want to take this to court.

If I were to file a lawsuit asking for a divorce because my husband cheated on me, all my friends, relatives, neighbours, colleagues, and bosses would know about it.

They would definitely seek pleasure from it and gossip about it for months.

It would be too embarrassing.

Steve was a scumbag, and I didn't want him to get our house no matter what. I paid for most of it, anyway. His miserly mother takes away his salary every month.

I put down my phone, not wanting to think about this matter anymore. But the more I tried to avoid it, the more these thoughts invaded my mind.

And the more I think about what happened, the more upset I became. I thought that my marriage was a happy one, but it had actually been flawed from the beginning. Not only was there a third party, but my husband was also a piece of trash.

I stretched out my hand to cover my aching eyes, finally allowing myself to be weak and cry like a baby amid the dark of the night.