The Boy I Grew Up With Broke Me

I looked back, my eyes were cold without any emotion.

I just thought it was ridiculous.

“I apologize? Calvin, are you crazy?”

The next second, the hand on my waist suddenly exerted force and poked my wound.

I gasped in pain and my whole body was soaked with cold sweat, so I quickly pushed the person away.

Without much effort, Freida fell directly on the cabinet.

“What are you doing?!”

Calvin pushed me hard and my forehead hit the door frame heavily. Blood immediately seeped out.

“I think you are the one who is crazy! Freida has already bowed to you and I've explained it to you, what else do you want?

“Apologize to her now!”

Gritting my teeth and swallowing my grievances, I spoke word by word, “No way! I will never apologize to your lover, Calvin. Don’t you dare dream of that!”

“You choose to be stubborn? Fine then.”

Calvin's eyes turned red with anger and he quickly carried Freida into the bedroom to rest. 

When he went out, he called the servants of the villa and ordered, “Where's the chain? Take it out. 

“The madam has gone mad. Let her kneel down in the manor and sober up!

“Don't let her get up without my order.”

My eyes suddenly turned red and I looked at him in disbelief as I confronted, “Calvin, you are crazy! She is just a mistress, how dare you do this to me?

“This is the house I bought.”

“But I am the master!” Calvin snapped.

After glancing at me coldly, Calvin said nothing more.

The servant quickly dragged me out the door.

The blood left a long trail on the ground.

The moment the door of the villa was closed, a loud thunder suddenly sounded in the clear sky.

Then, heavy rain fell.

I was soaked all over quickly.

I knelt in the rain and the wounds on my forehead and abdomen began to feel hot.

My consciousness gradually became blurred.

I looked at the servant who was supervising me and said in an extremely weak voice, “Let me go. Help me call Calvin over, please."

The servant glanced at me as if he was watching a show and stood under the eaves with a sneer on his face, “Forget about it. I've seen you act pitifully many times.”

“Mr. Hatfield just called a private doctor, who is now busy treating Miss Steele's wounds.”

Looking up hard, I saw a figure looming on the terrace on the second floor. The next second, my eyes went dark and I collapsed to the ground.

In a coma, I heard the servants shouting anxiously, “Oh no, Miss Williams is in a coma!

“There's blood on the ground. Let's get a doctor to take a look.”

Familiar footsteps approached and an umbrella was held above my head.

Calvin's voice was exceptionally cold, “Have you finished pretending? For the person who doesn't know, they might think you're the one who's pregnant.

“Terrie, it's time to control your temper. I'm doing this for your own good.”

The footsteps faded away, he and Freida hugged each other under the eaves and looked in my direction.

Freida delicately hid in his arms, her voice aggrieved, “Calvin, Terrie doesn't seem to be pretending. Are we being too harsh on her?

“After all, she is your fiancée. If the Williams Family knew about this…"

Calvin's face turned cold as he interrupted, “I have worked hard for so many years and I don't have to look at the Williams Family's face.

“She was the one who was being unreasonable first. You still have eight months to give birth. You can't let her bully you everywhere. She must change her temper.”

Freida's eyes flashed with pride and then quickly replaced with an innocent expression.

“I heard that there is no love in the marriages between wealthy families. Is it the same for you and Terrie?”

The rainstorm fell mercilessly, washing my pale face again and again.