Chapter 3

The blood on my forehead blurred my vision.

Damian strode down,grabbed my arm,and pulled me up from the floor.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

"What trick are you trying to play now?"

I could not read the tension on his face.

I had once imagined that maybe Damian would be happy after learning I was pregnant.

Maybe our relationship would get better.

But now,none of it mattered anymore.

"Damian,let's get divorced."

"Elena,say that again."

His gaze turned cold in an instant.

"Divorce?You dare bring up divorce to me?Is this another scheme to cheat me out of money?"

"Go on.How much are you trying to get with the child this time?"

"Five hundred thousand?Five million?Or fifty million?"

He suddenly clamped his hand around my jaw,hurting me so badly I could not get out a complete sentence.

"I'm not...before...I asked you for money...because my mother was seriously ill..."

"Damian...I never loved...your money..."

Tears fell onto the back of his hand.

He paused,then abruptly let go.

Just then,Lillian suddenly spoke with a soft little laugh.

"Why didn't I ever hear you say Auntie was seriously ill?"

"Elena,you wouldn't be making up stories about your own mother just to win Damian back,would you?"

I turned to look at her,unable to believe she could lie like that.

Before I knew about her and Damian,I had always treated her as my closest friend.

She clearly knew my mother was gravely ill,and she knew I was working three jobs a day for medical expenses.

But after Damian heard Lillian's words,the slight softness in his expression immediately turned to disgust.

"I knew it.A bitch like you will never learn honesty!"

The man who once said he would always believe me and protect me

now decided I was lying because of a few words from another woman.

Suddenly,everything felt absurd.

I did not want to explain anymore.

I hugged the urn tightly and turned around,wanting to go back to the bedroom and pack my things.

But as soon as I turned,Lillian grabbed me.

"You even prepared a prop?Your acting is so convincing."

Instinctively,I shook off her hand.

But the moment I touched her,she screamed and fell backward.

"Lillian!"

Damian rushed over and shoved me away with the back of his hand.

I lost my balance,and the urn slipped from my hands.

The porcelain jar crashed onto the floor and shattered.

Gray-white ashes spilled everywhere.

In that moment,it was as if I saw Mom's face again.

I hurriedly reached out to gather them.

The broken porcelain cut my palm,and blood mixed with the ashes.

I raised my head and shouted at Damian,

"Damian,give me back my mother!"

Damian's steps faltered.

But the moment Lillian moaned,he picked her up without looking back.

He passed in front of me with a cold face,his leather shoes stepping through Mom's ashes.

"You think I'll still believe your mouthful of lies?"

"You want a divorce?Fine."

"Pay back every dollar I've spent on you over the years,and I'll sign."