The Decisive Battle of Love

As soon as I spoke, he pushed me onto the couch.

The sudden loss of balance made my head spin and I felt nauseous.

I couldn't help but lean over the couch and dry heave.

Jay forcefully held Sherry in his arms. His gaze towards me was harsh.

"Alice, stop acting in front of me. You make me sick.

"Apologize to Sherry right now, or forget about your wedding!"

It took me a while to recover, my eyes bloodshot from looking down for too long.

Hearing this, I suddenly laughed.

"Apologize? Jay, are you crazy? I'm not like her, a worthless woman who relies on men. Who do you think you are? If you mention Tiffany again, I'll slap you, too!"

He laughed coldly.

"Sherry was right. It's not Tiffany who wants to see the wedding. You're using her illness to threaten me!

"What? You can't hold back now? Tiffany's last wish isn't important anymore?"

I stared at him, hoping to see a hint of pretense.

But there was none.

He truly believed Sherry's lies.

Seeing my cold expression, he defended Sherry in a harsh tone.

"Do you know how long Sherry ran around the island for our wedding? Her feet were blistered, she searched everywhere for medical experts for me. How dare you hit her? All you do is stay in the hospital taking care of her, enjoying yourself."

A mocking smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

"Really? She found experts on the sunrise beach? Do experts like swimming in the sea?"

Jay couldn't help but rush over, but Sherry weakly held his arm.

He could only roar at me angrily.

"Alice, you are the last person qualified to criticize Sherry!

"Apologize to her right now!

"Or I'll cancel Tiffany's consultation and the wedding right away!

"With a sarcastic mother like you, she'd be better off dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, my pent-up anger exploded. I quickly grabbed the glass ashtray from the table and smashed it on his head.

"Jay, don't you dare mention Tiffany to me! You don't deserve to! She doesn't deserve to either!"

With a loud crash, the ashtray fell to the ground in pieces.

Blood flowed down Jay's forehead from the wound, his eyes filled with malice.

The cigarette butt he had just put out was still smoldering, almost setting his hair on fire.

I glared at him fearlessly.

The next second, he rushed over and grabbed my collar.

"Alice, apologize!"

He practically spat out the words, his reason burned away by anger.

I clung stubbornly to his hands, gripping his collar, refusing to agree.

"Divorce! I have nothing to say to you! What you owe Tiffany, I will make you pay back bit by bit!"

My attitude completely drove him out of his mind.

He used his other hand to choke me by the neck.

But that wasn't enough. He released his grip while his foot, clad in a leather shoe, viciously kicked my stomach.

I immediately vomited, my entire body flew backward off the sofa and landed heavily on the ground.

With a dull thud, the pain felt like my organs had shifted.

The severe pain in my lower abdomen made me break out in cold sweat.

I remained in the position I fell, afraid to move.

Cold sweat and tears fell to the ground together. Jay watched me with a cold, emotionless expression.

At that moment, I wasn't his wife, but his enemy.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You brought this on yourself. I told you all you had to do was apologize.

"You're still so ungrateful!"

I was in too much pain to speak, my hair drenched in sweat, clinging to my face.

I could only weakly gasp. "Ambulance... help me... my baby..."

He looked suspicious and said, "Are you still acting? Stop pretending. I know my own strength!"

After speaking, he turned tenderly to look at Sherry's swollen cheek.

I was about to lose consciousness from the pain, but I saw blood flowing from beneath me onto the floor.

"Jay..."