Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Chapter 8 I'm An Asshole, You're Cheap

Irene stared at him with wide eyes. He was... at all costs, going to divorce her and stay with Celine?

Tears slid down from the corner of her eyes, and she could still clearly remember the warmth of his

chest when he held her in his arms and left the basement.

As expected, those memories were still her dreams. Otherwise, why would she open her eyes now and

only see the cold and cruel him...

"Don't pretend to be pitiful with me here! If you dare to reveal that video, I'm going to ruin your

reputation as well tomorrow!" Edward gnashed his teeth, as if he had a deep hatred for her.

Irene laughed softly. Her heart was withered, and everything in front of her eyes went dark.

"Edward, you are a big bastard!" She cursed him while laughing miserably, looking embarrassed.

Edward looked at her coldly without any emotion. "Yes, I am a bastard, but you are a bitch!"

Irene smiled, but suddenly she could not laugh anymore.

Edward's eyes were slightly mocking. "Remember my warning! Also, stay away from Celine! If you dare

to hurt her and the child, I'll let you to live better than die. "

After saying the last sentence, he turned and strode away. The door was slammed on by him. The

harsh sound made Irene's ear hurt. She trembled slightly and curled up tightly.

Life was worse than death.

She had thought a fate totally worse than death .

Edward walked out of the hospital in a few steps and slammed the door after getting on the car.

Perhaps it was because the car was too sultry and hot, he irritably reached out his hand and pulled off

his necktie, feeling an indescribable sense of anxiety and dullness.

This was especially so when he thought of how Irene had changed from despair to sorrow, and finally

to madness. The strange feeling at the bottom of his heart was especially strong.

He reached out to open the cold air and the temperature in the car quickly dropped.

Edward raised his hand, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and leaned back in his chair.

He didn't intend to quarrel with the woman just now. It's possible that the threatening email was not

sent by her. The woman, there's a little possibility, didn't make any video.

He knew, but... why did he break up with her like this?

Edward stared at the car roof, confused.

He unconsciously stared at the car for half an hour, and when he realized that he was about to drive,

Celine called again.

Looking at the caller ID, Edward didn't want to answer for a moment.

He knew why she called, nothing but crying about the video.

After a pause, Edward didn't pick up until the phone was called for the second time.

"Edward, are you busy?" Celine's voice was soft and delicate, pitiful.

As Edward listened to the loudspeaker, he started the car and said. "I’m on my way to the company.

I've already solved the video. She dares not reveal it."

On the other side, Celine leisurely looked at her nails, but her tone was still pitiable. "What about the

video... Did she say anything else? I'm really scared."

"I've already dealt with it, don't worry." Edward didn't want to talk to her about the video anymore.

Otherwise the woman's face would always flash in his mind. In order to avoid Celine's inquiry, he said

bluntly. "I've decided to divorce in court. Don't think about other things. That's all. I'm driving. I'm

hanging up."

After that, he directly hung up the phone. The phone was silent and left aside.

Listening to the beeping over the phone, Celine was suddenly stunned, and then jumped up directly

from the bed in ecstasy. Edward wanted to divorce the woman through legal means!

Didn't that mean that she would succeed and marry Edward right away?

This was really an unexpected gain. She thought that Edward was reluctant to make a big deal out of

the divorce for her.

However, it seemed that Edward was more concerned about the baby in her belly than she had

expected.

Celine touched her belly that now was still flat, with a malicious look in her eyes.

She must not let Edward know that the baby in her belly was not his. Thinking of what the man just

said, Celine's face was almost distorted with hatred.

She couldn't keep this child anymore. If Edward suspected her and did a DNA test, all her efforts over

the years would be in vain.

Celine touched her belly, thinking of aborting her first child with her own hands, and she bit her lips

hard.

In fact, she was reluctant to part with it. After all, it was her own flesh and blood...

Celine sat on the edge of the bed with her hands covering her belly and said in a low voice. "Baby,

don't blame mommy for being cruel. There is no othere way that Mommy can do..."

She rolled her eyes and a vicious smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

Perhaps, she could use the abortion of this child to make Irene, the bitch, reincarnate forever!

When Edward returned to the company, he couldn't look through all the files on the table.

The face of Irene emerged in his mind.

"Damn it!" Putting down the fountain pen heavily, Edward rubbed his temples irritatedly.

If things went on like this, his idea of divorcing the woman in court would be almost shaken.

He reached out to call the secretary: "Come in."

Harry, the secretary, walked in quickly and asked respectfully. "Boss, what can I do for you?"

Edward closed his eyes and said in a cold voice. "Help me find a divorce lawyer..."

...

Irene had lost a day's worth of water in the hospital and felt that her body was almost fully recovered.

She glanced at the time and called Sherry to pick her up. She then left the hospital and planned to go All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

to the sanatorium in the city center to visit her grandmother.

During her hospitalization, she stayed in the ward and did not go out. She did not know that Celine's

regularly tested hospital was the same as hers.

Irene saw Celine holding Edward's arm in the underground parking lot.

She looked up and didn't know what Edward said with a happy smile on his face. As they talked, Celine

still grabbed Edward's hand to touch her belly. Perhaps because they were talking about child, the

expression on Edward's face was particularly soft.

Irene froze on the spot, feeling cold as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

They were a family.

And she was the outsider who was about to be divorced and abandoned.

Irene clenched her fists tightly and felt an overwhelming pain in her heart.

"The president is way too much!" Sherry saw it and said indignantly. "Obviously he married you, but he

didn't fulfill his husband's responsibility at all. The minister, you didn't know that you were missing for

two days. I was worried, so I summoned up my courage to tell the president that you were missing for

two days. I hoped he could help, but the president just said..."

Sherry stopped talking and adjusted her expression. She tried to imitate Edward’s cold and distant

expression. "Got it. Let's go."

This sentence is like a boulder, hitting Irene's riddled heart.