"Ding Rinrin..."
The cell phone ringing woke Fiona in bed. She was holding her cell phone. "Hello..."
"Gavin... you're great, and I have to..."
"Sharon..."
Fiona's original drowsiness was swept away. She covered her ears with both hands. She could hardly believe how Gavin, who loved her deeply, could do it.
There must be something wrong!
"Gavin, where are you..." Fiona shouted with almost all her strength. She didn't believe what her ears heard!
Tears are spouting down the cheeks, even breathing is slightly heavy.
On the other end of the phone, I seemed to hear Fiona's voice and said with a little disappointment: "You are waiting for me at home, I have something to tell you!"
Fiona is in a trance. He is explaining to himself, isn't he? I don't feel sad again in my heart. I must have misheard myself just now!
Fiona She doesn't understand why Gavin married her but never touched her. She just wants a child that belongs to her and Gavin. Will he be better to himself if he has a child?
She got up and went to the cloakroom, changed into a sexy black dress, looked at herself in the mirror, and gained more confidence.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and she walked quickly towards the door. When she opened the door, she saw the tall and handsome Gavin. "Gavin..." she said and threw herself into Gavin's arms.
Gavin sneered and pushed her to the ground.
Fiona was almost unable to stand up from the fall and looked at Gavin with tears in her eyes.
Gavin smiled sarcastically: "Put away your tears and make me sick. How do you want me to fuck you? You deserve it!"
Fiona stood up against the wall in pain. "I am your wife, I don't deserve, she Sharon deserve? How much you love her? She is just a Mistress who can't see the light!"
"Shut up!" Gavin roared, and Fiona's cheek swollen with a slap, and her mouth was still covered with blood. "Fiona, if you hadn't calculated me, Sharon broke up with me and committed suicide. How could I marry you? You bohemian poisonous woman!"
Fiona had a wry smile in her heart. Sharon had asked her to go there. Later, when she drank too much wine, she couldn't remember anything. She remembered that when she woke up the next day, the man lying on the bed was Gavin. Clearly, she was also a victim, but no one believed in herself.
"Gavin, how many times do you want me to say? I didn't calculate you, I really don't know why I was there that night..." Fiona looked at Gavin carefully,
Gavin squeezed Fiona's chin. "Really? I'll give you a chance to prove that night wasn't you!" He took out a document from his purse and stuffed it into Fiona's hand.
"Sign it!"
Fiona looked down at the documents in her hand and was stung by the word divorce agreement. Has he never loved himself? Is he so eager to make way for Sharon?
No, she is so unwilling!
It's not impossible for him to divorce himself, but he can't marry anyone to Sharon.
"I don't agree!" Fiona's cheeks were red and swollen, but there was a flash of firmness in her eyes.
Gavin turned to leave. "Fiona, I'll get you to agree!"
Fiona saw that he was leaving, and she didn't want to miss this opportunity. "Gavin, it's not impossible for you to want me to sign the divorce agreement. Stay with me for one night!"
Gavin's foot gave a meal and his face was gloomy. "Finally, I am willing to tell the truth. I can't pretend it anymore, can I?"
"Yes, I just want you, will you give it to me?" Fiona is so heartbroken that she can't breathe. Is it different to have children?
Gavin got up and walked towards the bedroom. Fiona didn't know whether she should feel happy or sad at the moment.
When Fiona went in, Gavin had come out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
Fiona was so flustered that she didn't even know what to do?
"Pretending!"
Gavin treated Fiona rudely. Fiona succeeded in getting what she wanted and paid a price.
"It hurts..." Fiona felt that her body was going to be torn to pieces. Her begging for mercy and pushing did not help.
"It hurts, you also give it to me!"
Finally, Fiona's coma ended. Gavin was not interested either. He got up and walked out of the bedroom and stood on the balcony smoking. The white smoke ring was like a fog that could not be opened.
A month later, "Sir, no, Miss Sharon committed suicide!"