Betrayed by Husband Divorced when Pregnant (Kelly and Pierce) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Chapter 175 When Loneliness Calls

Emily’s POV

I just visited my dad in the hospital. The doctors informed me that his condition is getting worse and I can’t feel anything. I’m not sad. I’m not regretful. I just feel like I’m doing the natural thing a daughter would do for her dying father—get him the best treatment regardless if he’s gonna make it or not.

My dad never apologized for the wrong he did to me. He didn’t tell me that he regretted ending up killing his own grandchild. He didn’t give me a reason, even a stupid reason, for killing the love of my life.

I loathe him for so long and I still loathe him now that he’s dying.

Am I a bad daughter if I say I’m waiting for his death and I won’t cry if he dies? Am I a bad daughter if I say I won’t regret letting him go like this?

I don’t wanna dwell in the past and get drowned in the pain, but now that he’s struggling to survive, I feel like it’s his karma working.

I opened the door of my car but someone pushed it closed. Annoyed, I expected it to be the person who never fails to annoy me every single day.

“What now, Matt—” My words disappeared into thin air after I saw a man standing beside me. His face looks exactly like Matt Foster but I can feel that he’s a different person.

His jaws clenched as his eyes sharpened after he heard his twin brother’s name.

“So, I was right. You’re always with Matt. What are you doing to my brother, huh?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Don’t worry. Soon he’ll introduce me to your family. Don’t be excited.”

His forehead creased. “What the fck are you talking about, whore?”

My face immediately turned blank because of his foul mouth. No one ever called me a whore. He’s the only one.

I slapped him angrily as my eyes sharpened. “You don’t have the right to insult me, Mason Foster. I’m not doing anything to your brother. He was the one who kept on disturbing me.”

He licked his bottom lip and laughed mockingly as his sharp eyes landed on me again. “What? You don’t like being called whore? You’re a whore, right? My brother picked you up from a whore bar. You are nothing but a dirty woman who only wants his money—”

I slapped him again, and this time, I gave it with a push.

“You bastard! You don’t even know me! Investigate about me, asshole! I’m richer than you, just so you know. And I don’t care about your fcking brother. It was him who got so fcking addicted to my fcking body. He even insisted on making me his girlfriend so if you can convince your stupid brother, tell him to leave me alone because I don’t fcking like him!”

I got in my car and gritted my teeth as I gripped the steering wheel. I don’t know if it’s because he has the same face as the man I’m starting to like, or I’m just becoming really affected by hurtful words that are being thrown at me.

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