Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 370

Lindsey's tears finally gushed out the moment she heard Zayn's words.

"How can you say that?" She stared straight at Zayn, seemingly disappointed. "That's your child! How can you say that?!"

Lindsey completely broke down. Zayn felt that he had indeed gone completely crazy. Everything was tormenting him.

"That's my child too!" Zayn looked horrifying. "But he died! He's gone and I didn't get to save him...I didn't get there sooner!

“I won't be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life, but he's dead...he's dead! That's the truth and there’s nothing we can do. You don't believe me, do you? I'll take you to see his ashes. Let's go!"

Zayn was about to drag Lindsey to the nursery, but Lindsey violently slapped his hands away. "I won't go! I won't go! Zayn Guggenheim, let go of me!"

However, Zayn's hands were like iron fists holding onto Lindsey tightly. Lindsey's voice was hoarse from crying, but Zayn's expression was cold.

In the end, Lindsey lowered her head and bit down hard on Zayn's wrist. She choked, "Let go of me!"

Zayn was in great pain. No other injury was as painful as the bloody teeth mark left by Lindsey.

Even when he was caught in the blast, that injury seemed so insignificant compared to this.

The heart-wrenching pain spread from his arm to his chest and gradually spread throughout his whole body.

When Lindsey lifted her head, Zayn had long stopped in his tracks and was looking at Lindsey with red eyes. Lindsey's lips were bloody and her face was covered in tears, but her eyes were amazingly bright.

"He's still around!" Lindsey roared at Zayn, "I'm not going to see it! You’re just lying to me!"

Zayn's eyes were red. Seeing Lindsey's broken and desperate look, he finally just said in a soft voice, "I didn't lie to you. Our child really isn't here anymore. Lindsey, how could I not love him? He’s our child, my first child!

“Do you think you’re the only one who fantasized about what he’ll look like when he grows up? Do you think you’re the only one who loves him? Do you think you’re the only one who’s sad? But can you not be so selfish?! Besides loving him, can you love me too?!

“I love him, but I love you more! Why can't you understand?" In the end, Zayn's voice got higher and he could no longer calm down.

Lindsey froze in place. Tears slid across her cheeks and she felt like it was cutting her face into pieces.

"Does it hurt?" Lindsey asked softly. She sniffled and suddenly turned around.

Zayn did not stop her and only heard her choking back her words. "Zayn...I'm sorry...I'm really…really sorry..."

Her shoulders kept shaking. "I'm sorry...I'm always hurting you. I'm so sorry...how can I say that you don't love him? How can I make you bleed? I've already made so many mistakes..."

Zayn just closed his eyes. The pain under his eyes was etched on his face. His fingers moved and he wanted to pull Lindsey into his arms, but he hesitated to do so.

There was dead silence between the two of them.

Even the air around them felt still. The two of them seemed to be at an impasse. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not break free.

After a long time, when Lindsey felt that she could not breathe, a loud noise suddenly came from behind her.

It was not the first day she realized these things, but she just chose to say them today. Zayn listened to her and waited for Lindsey to finish before he said in a tense voice, "I don't blame you."

Lindsey did not reply. She only summoned the maid to treat Zayn’s wounds. Both of them had bruises and scrapes all over, but there was no cure for where it hurt the most.

Their argument seemed to end just like that. The bedroom was in such a mess that they could no longer live in it, so they changed to a different room.

That night, Lindsey did not get up in the middle of the night. It was unclear whether the therapy session worked, or if it was her fight with Zayn that made her feel guilty.

The next few days, Lindsey seemed very calm and solemn.

Most of the time, she would not say a word for several hours if Zayn did not talk to her...

Even when Sieben came to see her, Lindsey would not play with Sieben like before.

Lindsey just became silent and detached. Not a bit of happiness could be seen in her.

"Why doesn't Lindsey like to play with me anymore? Did I do something wrong?" Sieben asked Soren, looking aggrieved and confused.

Soren touched her head, which was simply tied with a double bun. Fortunately, Sieben was good-looking. Otherwise, this hairstyle would just be a disaster.

"No, Lindsey’s just in a bad mood. Once she gets in a better mood, she’ll play with you." Soren patiently explained to her. He also looked at Lindsey with a worried gaze.