He Chose His Foster Sister over Me, I Chose My Childhood Friend

After returning home, I began packing my bags. I threw away every single thing Benedict had given me over the years, even tearing our marriage certificate in half and burning it.

Just as I was about to toss the last few items into the trash, he returned, accompanied by five or six bodyguards, with a mighty presence. He recognized the ceramic figurine I held, the matching couple’s piece we’d crafted at that pottery shop during our first date. Then his handsome brows knitted together.

“Are you throwing them away?”

I hummed in acknowledgment, “There’s no point in keeping them. Just taking up space.”

A flash of anger flickered in Benedict’s eyes. With a glance, he signalled his bodyguards to restrain me. He snatched the figurines from my hands, carelessly smashing them on the floor.

He then sneered, “You think putting on this act of cutting ties with me will make Dorothy’s situation go away? Because of you, she not only lost the baby, but her ability to bear children too.”

“You’re the one responsible for all this. So, the child in your womb doesn’t deserve to live either. Since Dorothy can’t have children, you’ll bear the child of mine and hers.”

I replied, “Benedict, you beast!” 

My neck veins bulged with fury. For the first time, Benedict seemed utterly repulsive and shameless. Yet he acted as if deaf to my words, forcibly dragging me to the hospital and pinning me down on the operating table.

Dorothy lay on the adjacent operating table. She glared at me with mocking eyes.

“You bitch, did you think destroying my child would make Benedict come back to you? Thanks to you, he loves me even more now. Not only will he personally abort your child as atonement, but he’ll also make you bear my child.”

“Eugenia, you don’t think you can just abort the baby whenever you want, do you? Benedict said that before the child is born, he’ll lock you up and control your body. You’ll have to watch my child stretch your belly day by day, powerless to do anything about it. Hahahaha...”

Dorothy laughed triumphantly. Humiliation washed over me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t hold back any longer. With all my strength, I broke free from the restraints, collapsed onto Dorothy and slapped her face repeatedly.

Dorothy’s shrieks echoed throughout the operating room. Her entire face was bloodied and swollen grotesquely from my blows.

After hearing the commotion, Benedict rushed in with his men and dragged me away. I grabbed the scalpel from the table and plunged it into Dorothy’s left eye.

I sneered coldly at her, “If being unable to bear children isn’t enough to make you fear me, then I’ll make you blind! You bitch! You’re asking for death!”

Dorothy clutched her bleeding eyeball, screaming in utter collapse. “Benedict, please kill her for me!”

I stared straight at Benedict, utterly unafraid. His face darkened to the extreme. He raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.

“Eugenia, don’t push it too far! Do you really think I won’t lay a hand on you?”

The pain spread across my cheek, yet it was nothing compared to the agony tearing through my heart. The man who once swore to protect me forever, who promised never to let me get hurt, now struck me for another woman. How laughable was my destiny!

Dorothy grabbed the scalpel from the table and lunged at me. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!”

But Benedict seized her wrist, twisted it and snatched the blade away. Then he commanded the doctor, “Treat Miss Lentini immediately. No matter what method is used, her eyes must be cured!”

When he looked at me again, his eyes were filled with murderous intent. “Take this madwoman to the morgue. She is not to be released without my permission!”