“But we haven’t collected enough evidence of Mr. Nielsen’s infidelity. If we can get the results of Melissa’s amniocentesis and prove that her child is Mr. Nielsen’s, you can get more of his money.”
It was a shame, but I didn’t want to wait anymore. “I’m fine with just half.” This marriage was only intact because I endured every single humiliation thrown at me. Even one more day was torture for me. I’d rather give up some money in exchange for freedom.
I was unwell, so I went home to rest, but not too long after that, Lawrence came back. He was always cool and calm, no matter what he did. Sometimes, it felt like nothing could stir him, but he came back running this time, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He gripped my hand. “I saw the trending topic.”
His grip was iron, and pain shot up my arm. I pulled my hand away. “And?” I didn’t check the trending search. After all, I bet Melissa’s PR team bought all the top spots just to show off how much Lawrence loved her.
Either that, or the articles would be calling me an idiot who was simping for Lawrence. Not like it was the first time, anyway. Her fans had also called me a homewrecker before.
Lawrence, however, seemed more agitated than ever. Through clenched teeth, he said, “The news said you had an abortion?”
