My Wife Choose Her Swindle Lover, than Me, Her Rich Husband

"I did, but I still have other scenes. If I don't finish it today, I won't be able to make it to the exhibition ...."

I felt furious, reached out and snatched my wife's phone, hanging up and demanding a question.

"Heidi! Our baby is gone, gone! You woke up and asked about thay guy's broken painting? Do you even care about me or our family!"

Her ears buzzed from my vibration and just as she was about to speak, I interrupted her.

"You called him and did he even bother to show any concern for you! He didn't even come and visit you in the hospital when you fainted!"

She propped herself up on the bed, her face brimming with impatience.

"Ronan, you know nothing. Kilian is an artist and is about to hold an exhibition. He can't let me delay his progress!"

"Our relation doesn't need all that hypocrisy. He definitely cares about me, too! I can't hold him back!"

I just found her stubbornness absurd.

"Really? So that's why you're becoming a nude model?"

Heidi's face showed an obvious impatience.

"How many times do I need to tell you? The theme of his painting is living in harmony with nature, the only way to reflect the closeness to nature."

"I have nothing to say to someone like you, with your dirty eyes and dirty heart!"

She made me laugh and before I could say anything else, she pulled out the needle.

"He hasn't finished his painting yet. I have to go help him. Ronan, if you dare stop me, our matter won't be over!"

"I'll definitely help Kilian fulfill his dream of holding an art exhibition!"

With this roar, she struggled out of bed, swallowed two painkillers and staggered out the door.

A three-month miscarriage was also a major blow to the mother's vitality. Why could she do this for him?

Heidi's emotionless expression left me stunned.

Back then, I fell in love at first sight with her during a trip to a foreign country.

We had many sweet moments.

She used to have me in her heart and eyes and even on our wedding day, she couldn't help but cry for a long time.

She was even more attentive to me in daily life.

I thought we would live a life of such warmth and happiness forever.

But since her childhood friend, Kilian Dubois, returned from abroad, everything had changed.

Looking back now, when she got married and cried for a long time that day, was it because she was moved or because she thought of her childhood friend?

I dared not dwell on it further, but I knew, after her childhood sweetheart returned to Celestia, she'd been indoctrinated with all sorts of so-called artistic concepts, fantasizing about his meteoric rise to fame.

Now, even the loss of her own child wasn't a concern.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I drove to a Blue Island Resort in the outskirts, the place where Kilian swept his brush on the canvas.

When the waiter led me to the resort, I happened to see him undress my wife!

"You son of a bitch! What the hell are you doing!"

The suppressed anger erupted, I rushed up, grabbed Kilian's collar and threw a punch on his face.

Kilian cried out in pain and Heidi screamed.

No care, no hesitation, the next punch landed.

"If it weren't for you, you beast! How could Heidi have been tricked into having a heatstroke and a miscarriage? I'm going to fucking beat you to death today!" I roared.

"Ronan, stop it! Are you crazy?"

To protect him, she stepped forward and gritted her teeth at me.

"Try hitting him again? I'm not done with you!"

Seeing her pale face, still trying to protect him, I suddenly felt bored.