Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 68

"Lawrence, aren't you really afraid of God's punishment? Aren't you afraid that your children will suffer because of the evil things you've done?" I gritted my teeth and questioned him, trembling all over and pointing at his nose. "No, people like you won't have children. You should be forever alone, dying without a place to be buried."

My sharp voice pierced through the darkness, and it seemed like the world was shrouded in a cold, bone-chilling mist.

Lawrence gave me a vicious look. "Aren't you listening to the story? It's just getting to the exciting part. Why are you in such a hurry? It makes you look very rude!"

I dug my nails into my flesh to hold back my anger. "Fine, go on. I want to see what other vile things you can say!"

"You have some cleverness, but not enough. Otherwise, why would you think your friend Paula could find someone reliable? With her high and mighty attitude, always criticizing me, how capable could she be?

So you hired a detective, and he's just like that. The surveillance hasn't shown any sign of me for a week. Didn't he notice anything wrong?"

My face darkened.

Yes, just before we set off for the villa, when I met with Vance, he mentioned that there had been no news of Lawrence for the past week. At the time, we thought Lawrence had noticed we might be investigating him, so he started to lay low.

But it turned out he had indeed noticed.

I stared at him intently and asked, "How did you find out?"

"Come on, let me teach you. Since you knew I installed cameras in the bedroom, why wouldn't you think I'd notice something was off and check my car, my office, and other places for surveillance? Your counter-surveillance skills are too poor!"

Lawrence was very pleased with himself, as if everything was under his control.

He continued to boast, "Everything you could think of investigating, I had already thought of. And since I thought of it, I made preparations.

Let me guess, you tried to bribe my accountant to investigate my asset transfers and found nothing, hitting a dead end.

Or maybe you wanted to secretly monitor my mom. Do you think I'd leave my mom there if I didn't know you wouldn't get any useful information? You wouldn't think that just because you saw my mom make a fool of herself, you'd have a chance, would you?

You lived with my mom for a while. She may be a rural woman and not very smart, but she managed to raise so many of us siblings well and even raised an outstanding son like me. Do you think she's truly stupid?

Acting, do you understand? The people you hired are just as not-so-smart as you!"

I frowned.

Perhaps Lawrence discovered the surveillance in the car and knew Vance had sent someone to monitor him. Even if it was an act, Missy's character and integrity, even with some acting involved, seemed more like a revelation of her true nature.

"So, you acted and deceived me, feeling very proud! But what about the fact that you harmed the child? Don't you ever have nightmares in the middle of the night, with a child crying out 'Daddy' and asking why you abandoned her? Don't you?"

I held back my anger and questioned him.

"Call me Daddy? Pah, you slut, you slept with other men and got pregnant with someone else's bastard, and you expect me to raise that bastard? Even if I liked you, I wouldn't raise someone else's child."

Lawrence spat at me, as if looking at something filthy.

I felt a chill all over.

I looked at him in disbelief and then coldly cursed, "Lawrence, we've come this far, let's be honest. Why do you still need to make excuses for your evil deeds and throw dirt on me? What bastard? My first time was with you. How could the child not be yours?"

I had never been with another man, so the child in my belly could only be Lawrence's. "It's your family's preference for boys over girls. When you found out the child was a girl, you tried every way to drug me so that the child would die at birth. Don't slander me."

Lawrence looked at me with disgust. "You said it yourself, I admitted to drugging you. Why would I lie to you? You said you had a surprise for me. The surprise was that when I came to the room, you were being slept with by another man, wearing that sexy dress. Just thinking about it makes me sick.

Before we got married, every time I tried to touch you, you made excuses. When we were about to have sex, you insisted on using a condom. Did you really think you were so special that I could tolerate you playing me over and over?

I thought you were pure and innocent. I worked so hard to please your family and you, thinking that once I got everything, I could keep you as a pet and live with you forever.

But you? You turned out to be a slut. On our real wedding night, you slept with another man, cheated, got pregnant with some other man's bastard, and expected me to treat her well. How could that be?"

"No, how could that be?"

I couldn't believe it.

I clearly remembered that I was wearing the sexy dress he gave me, lying there waiting for him.

It was dark.

I fell asleep in a daze, and then, in a daze, I was kissed passionately.

The kiss was extremely gentle, full of love, from my lips to my neck, even my whole body, expressing care and affection.

Because of this, I felt extreme pleasure. When we became one, it hurt a bit, but I was mostly happy. I thought I had finally become Lawrence's woman, and we were in love.

Later, that person wanted me again and again. I couldn't help but respond, my body honestly clinging to him.

Until I was exhausted and fell asleep. Before I fell asleep, I could still feel his extremely gentle lips on my cheek, so cherished.

And the next morning, when I woke up, Lawrence was by my bed.

He smiled gently at me, touched my hair, and said, "You're awake. Are you hungry? I made some porridge, get up and eat."

If it wasn't Lawrence who had been with me that night, why did he hide it so well and still smile at me so gently?

Lawrence seemed to see through my thoughts. "You really are a cheap woman. Are you still reminiscing about that night with another man? That morning, after you slept with another man, you had the nerve to smile at me so innocently and hug me.

Do you know how hard it was for me to hold back? It was like smelling shit and wanting to vomit.

You must be wondering why I didn't expose you and still endured being with you. I worked so hard for so long, just got the property, and slowly transferred it to myself. How could I give up?

And every day, watching you, a high-and-mighty rich girl, become a slut sleeping with a lover outside, yet still pretending nothing happened in front of me, I just treated it like watching a show."