Chapter 35
Calista looked at Lucien pleadingly and said, “My abdomen hurts so much, and I’m not in the mood. I need to boil some water and take the medicine. I’ll do whatever you want when I feel better, okay?”
She looked genuinely frail. Her delicate cheeks were so pale that they were devoid of color, and the tears in her eyes seemed ready to fall at any moment.
Lucien nonchalantly brushed the strands of hair that fell on her shoulder.
Calista had been taken when she was a child. The Marchand family resented her, and she lacked the proper upbringing and competence to be his wife.
That said, Lucien had to admit that she was gorgeous. It wouldn’t have been an exaggeration to call her one of the three most beautiful ladies in Dorcan’s high society.
“I helped you with Anthony’s mess.”
“Is this a deal?”
“Cali, you’ve gotten smarter.”
She lowered her gaze gloomily. “I hope you’ll keep your promises.”
In the past, Lucien never had to bring such things up because Calista had always initiated such intimate moments. She just loved him too much. From the moment she set foot into the Fenwick estate, it was love at first sight.
She became so obsessed with him that it eventually became unhealthy. It reached a point where she wanted to be the only thing that mattered in his world. No matter what he asked, she did it without any hesitation.
After all, Calista had done it countless times. But it wasn’t until that night that it felt like she was just there to fulfill his desires.
Half an hour later, she ran to the bathroom on the first floor. After she closed the door, she vomited violently. She hadn’t eaten much that day, so it was all bile–tinged with traces of blood.
Another surge of pain shot through her abdomen once more. She flushed the contents down the drain, clutched her chest, and collapsed against the toilet lid, her face instantly turning pale.
Calista wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but she eventually regained some of her strength. When she returned to the living room, the man sitting on the couch was already long gone.
She had never expected Lucien to do anything for her, not even a small gesture like pouring her a glass of warm water. The more she thought about how cold–hearted he was, the sadder she felt. She didn’t know what she was thinking when she agreed to marry into the Fenwick family.
After Calista drank some warm water, she lay on the couch and took a short rest. She had to make Lucien breakfast when the sun came
- up.
With the light by the door still on, she pulled a thin blanket over herself and slowly drifted off to sleep. Once again, she dreamed the most agonizing moment in her life, one that was etched into the deepest part of her soul.
Blood trickled between her thighs, pooling beneath her. Her baby’s cries slowly faded into the distance as it was slowly being pulled away from her body. The pain was as excruciating as it could be, tearing her apart until she was nothing but a loveless husk
Calista jolted from her nightmare, but her eyes were blank and lifeless. By now, she had slowly gotten used to agonies like this. Only the physical and mental tortures could ease her guilt.
She believed this was her way of redeeming herself to her unborn baby. After all, her greed was the reason for all this suffering. After peace returned to Calista’s heart, she forced herself up from the couch and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Lucien. The thick, greasy smell of the buttered toast made her stomach churn violently.
Calista gripped the kitchen counter so tightly that the tips of her fingers turned white. She did her best to suppress the nausea.
In a haze, she finished preparing everything and trudged wearily back to her own room. She threw herself onto her bed, and the room spun before darkness took hold of her again.
When Calista woke up later, she was panting heavily, and there was a dull ache lingering in her abdomen. She instinctively grabbed the painkiller under the pillow and drowsily swallowed one of them before heading downstairs.
The breakfast she had prepared was left untouched.
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Calista emotionlessly tossed everything on the dining table into the trash. She figured that Ophelia had probably prepared another breakfast that was more suited to Lucien’s tastes.
As for the food that was on the table, they were just like her–nothing of value in the eyes of the rich, always waiting for scraps of
attention from Lucien.
Eventually, Calista cleaned everything up. Just as she turned around, her phone on the table rang. She grabbed it and looked at the screen. An unknown number had sent her a website link with a text that read, “I just love watching the mess your family makes.”
The gloating tone in the text instantly made her think of Jason’s arrogant face. Calista instinctively tapped on the link and checked it out. A moment later, her eyebrows furrowed.
Clarice’s pictures had been completely revealed, and the nosy netizens had photoshopped them multiple times. Now, the unflattering pictures were spread all over the internet, and the comments were as insulting as they were crude. It was simply hard to watch.
Calista was startled, and her grip on the phone froze for a moment. Why did Clarice become the internet’s punching bag out of nowhere?
Before she could figure out what had happened, a sharp ringing tone cut through the air, interrupting her thoughts.
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