When Your Lover Surpassed You, You Destroyed Them

Paisley's POV

All of a sudden, a sharp pain stabbed at my lower belly. I doubled over and pressed my hand to it.

One of my staff rushed forward to support me. “Mrs. Dittman!”

“I’m fine…” My voice felt thin. “It’s an old problem.”

Ever since I lost that child, my belly would spasm on rainy days, never healing, no matter which top gynecologist I saw. Maybe my heart hurt as much as my body. That was why this time the pain was unbearable.

For that reason, I went to the hospital to be checked, and there, I ran into Audrey, causing a scene in the ward.

“Why didn’t you just kill her? For you, she’s like squashing an ant!” she screamed. “I want her dead. If you don’t do it, I will!”

She then actually seized a dagger and tried to rush out. But Geoffrey grabbed her wrist and yanked her back hard, causing the blade to cut his palm.

Weeping, Audrey collapsed into his arms, and he cupped her face with his bloodied hand. Reluctantly, with tears in her eyes, she tilted her head up, and they kissed fiercely and intimately, loosening her grip on the dagger. For a moment, the room held nothing but their fevered closeness.

Once, he and I had embraced in blood. Now she shared that blooded intimacy with him.

Just then, the door opened, and Audrey saw me. “Paisley!”

In an instant, she snatched up the dagger. But it fell with a metallic clink when I grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees.

Seeing this, Geoffrey grabbed my wrist.

“Enough. Don’t make a fuss with her,” he said.

“Mr. Dittman, you were the one who refused the divorce,” I shot back, watching him coldly. “If you insist on keeping me as your wife, then I’ll live up to that title. Do you think your wife is someone who anyone can bully?”

After saying that, I struck Audrey across the face.

“Paisley!” Geoffrey roared and yanked me away from her.

Audrey sobbed beside me.

Still, I wrenched free from his hold. “I gave you chances. Since you won’t sign, don’t blame me.”

As a sharp pain flared through my waist, I spun and drove my heel into Audrey’s jaw, causing her to slam against the wall and the dagger she’d been hiding fly out of her hand.

“Ah,” she cried, clutching her stomach. Her recently healed wound began bleeding again.

“You dare hurt her, huh? You want to die?” Geoffrey barked and slapped me hard.

He looked down at me from above, eyes colder than I’d ever seen, threaded now with a fury I’d only once witnessed before. I touched my cheek and found blood at the corner of my mouth.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s all right. I’m here,” he murmured, but he was speaking to Audrey, pulling her into his arms and letting her tears soak his expensive shirt.

The concern and panic in his eyes, only once before had I seen that look. It was the night I lost our child.

That day, the sun had been like blood. He’d gripped my hand, placed it over his heart, close to tears. Yet he had a smile as he kept repeating what he always said to calm me. “Don’t be afraid. It’s okay. I’m here.”

But now that he looked at me, there was only indifference. “If you want a divorce, then have it.”

I laughed then, bitter and stunned. The divorce I’d tried to force with threats of death hadn’t worked. All it took was for Audrey to be hurt a little.

Another wave of pain knifed through my belly, worse than the day I lost the child. I bent double, and a shoulder slammed into me as Geoffrey carried Audrey away.

With unbearable pain, I sank to the floor and knelt there.

Just then, the bodyguards rushed in.

Before I lost consciousness, someone from Geoffrey’s side handed me a divorce agreement.

So, when a man decided to be heartless, he didn't waste time.

Despite always insisting on a divorce, I tossed the papers back at the bodyguard and barked, “Burn it.”

I’d always been stubborn.

When I was a child, my father once said he’d kill me if I didn’t obey. I lifted my chin and told him to go ahead because I’d rather die.

When I grew older, I swore I’d live and die with Geoffrey. Even eight months pregnant, I charged into a rival’s hideout with a machete just to save him.

And now, I’d already told him that our last negotiation for divorce was his only chance. But he refused.

So from this point on, in my world, there was no such thing as divorce, only widowhood.

By the time I woke again, Audrey had already been discharged from the hospital, safe and sound.

She sent me a new file, and my bodyguard brought it in along with her handwritten letter.

Her writing was elegant, but arrogant, every stroke dripping with provocation.

[Did you really think Geoffrey still had feelings for you?

Curious why he loves me and not you?

Or maybe you still don’t know who I really am?

Surprise waiting for you.]

I opened the folder. My breath hitched.