Feeling the pain from his grip, Yang Mengyao glared at her husband and shouted, "I said that bitch, Ye Xinyue, already married another man! I saw her go into a hotel with a man in town!"
As soon as she finished her words, she saw her husband freeze in place, stunned by her words.
Feng Chen’s face turned pale from shock. He let go of her shoulders and stumbled a few steps backward.
Leaning against the wall, he mumbled in a daze, "Impossible. That must be a lie. Ah Yue said she would wait for me… We made a promise…"
Hearing this, Yang Mengyao stood up and screamed, "Feng Chen!! It has been so many years, and you are still thinking about that bitch?!"
"Do you think if you divorce me, she would come back to you? You are dreaming! What makes you think that someone as proud as her would want a man who betrayed her?!"
By the end of her words, she was sobbing uncontrollably. Looking at her husband, she asked, "Feng Chen, after all these years… have you ever loved me?"
When Feng Chen heard her words, he raised his head and looked at her. After a moment, he burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face.
Covering his face with his hands, he murmured to himself, "Feng Chen, ah, Feng Chen… you are truly foolish. What promise? What love? Everything was just a lie. She didn’t want you anymore!"
Taking a deep breath, he straightened his back and looked at the hysterical woman before him.
His gaze turned cold as he said, "Yang Mengyao, not only have I never loved you, but I also hate you. Just the sight of you disgusts me. If your family hadn’t used my family to threaten me, do you think I would have willingly stayed here with you?"
Hearing his words, Yang Mengyao was stunned. It took her a while before she stammered, "Husband… you are lying, right? You said you like me."
She took several steps toward him and reached out to grab his hand. But before she could touch him, Feng Chen swung his arm and knocked her hand away.
Feeling the sting, Yang Mengyao clenched her fists and cried, "Husband, I’m your wife, the mother of your son! How can you do this to me?!"
"Are you sure your son is mine?" Feng Chen asked coldly.
The moment she heard his words, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She stared at him in shock and asked in disbelief, "Husband… What do you mean by that? If Ah Heng isn’t your son, then whose son is he?"
Feng Chen looked at her but said nothing. He hadn’t yet found the evidence he needed to take down the entire Yang family, so he couldn’t tear off the last veil between them just yet.
Seeing his silence, Yang Mengyao felt a dark cloud looming over her, a storm brewing in the distance. Someone must have planted doubts in her husband’s mind. But besides him, she had never been with another man.
All these years, he had failed as a father and as a husband. Since his wife had found another man, he should let go.
But just imagining her loving someone else made it hard for him to breathe. Clutching his painful chest, tears rolled down his cheeks.
Kneeling on the ground, he gasped for air and sobbed, "Ah Yue… Ah Yue…"
He kept calling her name. But she would never answer him again. She no longer belongs to him—her love no longer belongs to him.
He cried for a long time before he calmed down. Wiping the tears from his eyes and cheeks, he stood up, and staggered out of the building.
He must find a chance to meet his wife and that man. He can’t let go without asking. Even if it was just a simple explanation that she no longer loved him, he had to hear it with his own ears.
After making up his mind, he quickened his pace and went to find his boss to rest for a few days.
Shortly after he left, a man in his thirties came out from behind the wall and took a look at the building. After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the building.
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