After My Husband's Assistant Got Pregnant, I Chose to Remarry a New Rich Man

I smiled indifferently. "Kevin, I don't want to raise a mistress's child, if you don't divorce, then let's sue the court."

Kevin was shocked and trembled with anger, "Rosie, you actually want to sue the court, you don't even want the reputation of the Clarkson and Dewitt families, you just can't tolerate Olivia."

"In today's society, with my status, who doesn't have a confidante outside? I didn't hide it from you, which is already a respect for you. You still want a divorce, reflect on yourself. "

After saying this, Kevin hugged Olivia and walked away without looking back.

I couldn't help but sneer. After so many years of humility and dedication to him, he already wanted everything from me and didn't care about my feelings. The love we once had disappeared at this moment.

For a whole week, Kevin didn't show up in the hospital again.

From Olivia's social media updates, I saw that he was accompanying her to see the ancient city wall and he was wearing an apron to stew soup for her. He just let Olivia take pictures and post them on Instagram.

He once said that he hated posting on Instagram the most. As a boss, it was not shameful enough to do those hand-twisting poses.

There was even one time when I was forced I pulled him to take a photo and post it on Instagram, but he immediately changed his expression and snatched my phone and deleted it in ten seconds. But now, he was standing under the ancient city wall with Olivia in his arms, smiling like a flower.

Love and hate were indeed clear at a glance.

On the eighth day, Kevin came to handle the discharge procedures for me. I followed him indifferently without arguing with him.

As soon as we entered the villa, we heard sharp and shrill shouts from inside.

Before I could react, Kevin rushed in like the wind and I hurried in with big strides.

Two homeless people were grabbing Olivia and tearing her apart. "Little baby, I paid for you to serve me, so don't pretend."

Olivia knelt on the ground and cried for mercy, "Don't touch me, please don't touch me."

Her clothes were torn and her long hair mixed with tears was tangled on her face.

Kevin rushed forward in two steps and punched a homeless man. He picked up Olivia and held her tightly in his arms.

The bodyguard came in with a stick and the two homeless men hurriedly ran out from the side and climbed over the wall.

Olivia cried miserably. "Kevin, someone... someone paid them to come."

Olivia said, pointing at me angrily. "Miss Dewitt, why are you so cruel? I'm still pregnant with Kevin's child."

She pushed Kevin away, turned around and knelt in front of me, prostrated frantically, "Rosie, I kneel down to you. It's all my fault. Please let my child go. When he is born, I will never see Kevin again. I will go to the mountains, to the northwest, please let my child go. "

Olivia knocked hard and a big bump appeared on her forehead, oozing bright red blood.

Kevin hugged Olivia distressedly, "Olivia, it's all my fault, I didn't protect you well."

Olivia looked at Kevin sadly, with a disheveled face, wailing, "Kevin, let me go."

She lay in his arms and cried hoarsely.

Kevin's eyes were red and he kissed her forehead desperately to comfort her, "Olivia, I won't let you go, don't leave me. I thought life was like this, you are so gentle and kind, but God gave you to me, you are the woman I love most in my life."

The piercing words were like ice knives scraping my heart. Even though I had given up hope, my heart still hurt.