Love Coming from the Least Expected novel Chapter 19

Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 19

Not only was my body hurting, but my heart was aching too.

When I first got married, I thought I was the luckiest woman in

the world. On my wedding night, Lyle hugged me and told me he

would make me happy for the rest of my life.

But this was what we had become after only two years of

marriage. In fact, it didn’t take two years. He started to cheat

one year ago, yet he had the audacity to hit me while I was lying

in the hospital bed covered in blood.

Tears began rolling down my cheeks. I poured out my grievances

and dissatisfaction, but Lyle was not willing to let me off. He held

me by my throat as his face contorted in anger. By then, the

hospital bedsheet was soaked with blood.

“So you really had an affair with Christopher! I’m going to kill

you, Yvonne.”

That’s men. They don’t allow their women to be close to the

opposite sex even when they themselves have cheated and

committed adultery.

My vision began to blur as air rushed out of my lungs, and my

firm grip on Lyle’s hand loosened. I gazed up at his handsome

face, but somehow, it looked malicious and repulsive to me.

We had been friends since childhood before we became

romantically involved. At that time, I was very fond of Lyle and

loved to look at him because his smile was as bright as the sun.

Just seeing his heartwarming smile made me feel better

whenever I was upset.

But now, his face seemed strangely unfamiliar. With my last

ounce of strength, I struggled to ask, “Lyle, we’ve been married

for two years. Have you ever loved me?”

“No. And I never will!” Lyle answered without hesitation.

I smiled bitterly. So what we had in the past few years was all a

joke, and it was a mockery of my ignorance. Because of that, I

was consumed by the desire to have my revenge. I figured

whatever happened between Christopher and me would serve as

that, so I began to indulge in the thoughts of my “sweet”

revenge.

the town. Instantly, the sense of guilt that I had when we were

talking about my affair with Christopher disappeared into thin air.

I asked the doctor, “What about the baby that I miscarried?”

The doctor replied sympathetically, “The fetus was only two

months old, so it’s an early pregnancy loss. Give yourself half a

year to recover before you try to get pregnant again.”

I let out a scornful laugh, then pointed in Lyle’s direction and

said, “If the fetal tissue has not been disposed of, then please

collect some tissue sample and arrange for a paternity test with

my husband.”

Although I wasn’t sure who the father of the unborn child was, I

knew that Lyle would never agree to such a ridiculous request in

front of so many strangers. If he were to agree to the paternity

test, that would indicate that he had been cuckolded.

Sure enough, his face smoothed out as he leaned forward and

said in a soft tone, “Let’s stop fighting, Eve. I only said those

things in a moment of anger. Let’s not talk about that anymore.

You should rest well and focus on recuperating.”