Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 15

He probably thought this was a gift to me.

But I didn't feel the slightest bit moved or touched.

However, I didn't interrupt him and continued to watch him act like a clown, playing his role as a deeply affectionate man in front of me.

Lawrence continued to find excuses, moved by his own words, "Melinda, it's because I care about you and respect you that I held back from touching you before we got married. Doesn't that prove my feelings for you?"

He really knows how to portray himself as tall and deeply affectionate.

We were together for five years.

In the first few years, he was busy with his studies and lived on campus.

At that time, I was still young, and my family was very strict. My parents didn't allow me to stay out overnight casually. Even if it was necessary, like going to a friend's house, I had to report it.

So our relationship was limited to kissing, hugging, and holding hands.

Later, he coaxed me to meet his parents, and after meeting them and proposing, he hinted and guided me several times.

At first, I remembered my parents' teachings: the future is your own, so you can choose the life you want to live and the person you want to love, but no matter what you choose, you must be responsible for your choices.

So, at first, I refused him a few times.

But when our relationship with Lawrence reached its peak, he coaxed me to go on a trip and booked a bed and breakfast.

The purpose was to share a room with me.

I couldn't resist his pleas, and something was about to happen.

Unfortunately, he didn't truly love me, so he didn't think about taking care of my body and naturally didn't prepare condoms, and there were no condoms in the bed and breakfast either.

So even though we started making love, I still forced him to stop.

Looking back now, he was already involved with his mistress before our first time making love. Is it possible that after I forced him to stop, he went to be with his mistress?

I fell into memories.

Lawrence continued to apologize insincerely, moved by his own words, not even noticing my emotions.

"Melinda, I held back for so long for you. Can you understand and forgive me?

I held back for so long, suppressed for so long, and after our first time making love, I kept missing that feeling.

But you got pregnant, and to avoid hurting you, I held back every time, which was very difficult and even made me irritable. But considering you and the baby, I suppressed my anger, and it made me sick.

I secretly went to see a doctor without telling you, and the doctor said I needed relief. That's when the mistress took advantage of the situation, and I couldn't resist."

He had the nerve to mention the baby.

I wanted to kill him with a knife right now to avenge the baby!

Even if I was acting, I couldn't hide my pain. I looked at him with red eyes, "Gone? The baby is gone, and you have the nerve to mention the baby? I care about this because my baby is gone. The baby was my only blood relative."

I cried with some genuine emotion.

I spoke three parts truth, seven parts lie.

Lawrence hugged me tightly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know you have no relatives left, and I'll always be with you.

You're sad about the baby, and I'm in pain too.

Since I found out you were pregnant, do you know how happy I was? You know how much I prepared for the baby's birth.

There will be more babies in the future. Let's work hard.

For the baby and our future, let's forget the past and not get divorced, okay?"

How could he say such things?

He was the one who killed the baby. Does he want me to have another baby so he can kill it too?

I closed my eyes to hide my overwhelming anger and hatred.

Then I pushed Lawrence away forcefully, pointing to my heart, "But it hurts here, and I feel disgusted. It hurts because of the baby, and I'm disgusted because you have another woman's mark on you. I feel so dirty!"

"Melinda, I..." Lawrence wanted to say something.

But I showed a tired expression, covered myself with the blanket, and lay down, saying in a muffled voice, "Get out, I don't want to see you for now."

Just looking at Lawrence made me feel dirty.

But I deliberately used the word "for now" to tempt Lawrence.

Letting him think that coaxing me would soften my attitude towards him.

So, he obediently left the room and went to the study next door.

I had my phone now, and finally had time to check it.

After a year of marriage, I had little social interaction, so besides occasional greetings from sales staff, only my friend Paula would message me. Coincidentally, she sent several messages today.

After reading them, I quickly called her back.

"Paula, did you find the private investigator?"

"Yes, I asked a friend's friend, named Vance Bailey. My friend's friend has worked with him before, and he's reliable. I gave him your WhatsApp, so remember to verify it. You can discuss the details with him in person."

"Okay, Paula, I love you!" I hung up the phone.

Soon, a friend request came through, and it was from Vance.

I accepted it, and Vance's message came through immediately, showing his efficient personality. [Ms. Turner, when and where would you like to meet to discuss the details?]

I thought for a moment and chose a very private place that Lawrence wouldn't think of, the Turner Villa. I sent the location.

Me: [See you at 10 AM tomorrow!]

Vance: [Okay!]

After confirming, I finally felt sleepy.

The next morning, when I got up, Lawrence was already awake.

He seemed to have reverted to his flattering self from when he was pursuing me.

He prepared a loving breakfast for me and showed all kinds of care, like suggesting I wear more clothes and what style of clothes would be suitable for this time.

I ignored his concern.

I was too old to believe in such fake concern.

As for breakfast, since my pregnancy, I had changed, and he was trying to please me in the wrong way.

Because I ignored everything he did, Missy thought Lawrence was perfect, and if I didn't forgive him, I was ungrateful.

So she couldn't help but want to criticize me.

I had already opened the door, ready to leave.

"Melinda, where are you going? I'll take you!" Lawrence hurriedly followed, holding my hand and looking at me with a concerned expression.

I shook off his hand and replied indifferently, "What? Do you suspect I'm going to meet a lover again? Am I not even allowed to have freedom now? If that's the case, we don't need to live together, let's get a divorce..."

Before I could finish, Lawrence interrupted me anxiously, "That's not what I meant. I was just thinking you're weak and wanted to drive you out of concern, not to monitor you."