He Abandoned Me and Ruined His Company Only for His Mistress

He lost patience and suddenly kicked me hard in the abdomen.

His harsh, fierce voice chilled down my spine.

"Just this once, if there's another time, your brother will never get out."

With that, he lifted Kaitlyn up and walked away.

The excruciating pain spread from my abdomen and a warm, crimson fluid oozed from my lower body.

I knew I couldn't save the child.

I curled up on the ground in agony, letting my consciousness fade into darkness.

Soon, I woke up, with the passerby brought me to the hospital -- sure, the child died.

The incident of the day was posted online and widely reported by the media:

[A young tycoon, Nolthen Eaton, in a fit of rage, wildly kicked his fiancee to cause serious injury. Does the orphan girl from the Hills have a chance of succeeding to her position?]

Below the headline, was a photo of my blood-stained jacket from that day.

Kaitlyn was thrust into the spotlight for now. With various reactions from netizens.

To protect her reputation, Nolthen immediately hired a network of online influencers.

Falsely claiming that I was the one jealous, intentionally making things difficult for her and causing her to get hurt and that he had only just given me a lesson after losing his patience.

Even my blood-stained jacket belonged to Kaitlyn.

Overnight, all the blame was directed at me, even Aaldorp Group was affected and the stock was on the verge of hitting the limit down.

I was trembling with anger and even after a miscarriage, I was rushed to the hospital.

Upon hearing the news of my hospitalization, Nolthen rushed to see me overnight, bringing my favorite cake.

Seeing my pale and bloodless face, a hint of heartache -- he was not even aware of, flashed in his eyes.

Stood by my bedside, hesitating for a long time before letting out a long sigh.

"Calista, I know you've been wronged, but you shouldn't vent your anger on Kaitlyn, right? Now that things have gotten out of hand, you're the only one left to shoulder the brunt of it. Anyway, it started with you being unhappy about her living in my house."

"You have a brother and parents, your family, but she no longer has parents, not even family. If I don't protect her, who else?"

"When did your jacket get stained with blood? Isn't it red ink?"

He scanned my body with a scrutinizing gaze and breathed a sigh of relief as he found no injuries.

"Okay, let's both make some concessions. And you need to stop looking so sullen."

"I promise to compensate you double after we get married. And I'll invite the media to live stream the entire wedding, okay?"

He said as if he were doing me a great favor and I should kneel down and thank him.

I slowly shifted my gaze from the window to his face and just as he was about to leave, I suddenly called out to him.

"Nolthen, are you sure the stain on my jacket is red ink? Not my blood?"

Hearing this, he paused in his footsteps and suddenly turned around.

"Impossible, I just kicked you in the stomach. Besides, no bandages on your body, how could it be your blood?"

He felt inexplicably panicked, anxious.

Puzzled gaze wandered uncontrollably over me.

I smiled.

"Yeah, I was just teasing you."

This sentence successfully angered him, making his face turn pale with anger.

"Calista! Is this something you can even joke about? I warn you not to test my patience!"

"Get some rest, I'll come pick you up next week."

With that, he turned around and left angrily.

To his unknown, no future for us.

To the wedding day, I got on the Rousselet Family's wedding car early to leave.

While waiting for the red light at an intersection, I unexpectedly ran into Nolthen's wedding procession.

He sat in the back seat, his peripheral vision met mine.

"Calista?"

He shuddered.

The moment he looked back, I had already rolled up the window, blocking his view.

Nolthen felt strangely uneasy and tried to get off the car to check.

At that moment, the red light turned green and Serge Winslet, his secretary hurriedly stopped him, sweating profusely.

"Mr. Eaton, getting off the car now will delay the bride's arrival. More importantly, if we don't immediately secure access to the arsenal, we won't be able to explain to the buyer."

"You must repay the Eaton Corporation's you embezzled today. And if you don't repay the debt you guaranteed for the Hill Group today, the Eaton Corporation will be liquidated."

A single word awakened the dreamer.

Nolthen snapped back to his senses, suppressed his uneasiness and said coldly, "Drive!"

The two wedding processions passed each other.

I rolled down the car window, fiddled with my phone -- a subtle smile crossed my lips.

Nolthen, I hope you enjoy the surprise I've left for you later.