Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 273

'Lonely? Not at all! Carlos would rape me every night if he could, ' Debbie thought as she listened to the woman's words. In a flash, images of Carlos ever demanding more sex flooded her mind. Not that she didn't enjoy it entirely. If anything, it was a thrill whenever she was into it. Having a man with the insatiable sex drive was the real deal. It was only a bother on the few occasions when they couldn't agree. And although they had been having unnecessary disagreements lately, sometimes, she still fantasized about him. But today, she wasn't going to act obvious, so she feigned a sad face and lied through her teeth, "Yes, I'm so lonely every night. In fact, I'm even ready to charge it to the game, if bad comes to worse. For the better part, we've lived true to our nominal couple status. Never has been about sex, nor have we ever been so deeply involved emotionally. Somehow, I suspect, I'd have divorced him long ago, were it not for his wealth!

That's how dismal the reality looks between Carlos and I, as we speak!" That was quite a show Debbie was putting on. Even Megan, the gang leader of all hypocritical bitches, wouldn't have had a thing on Debbie's act tonight.

Blown away by how her scheme panned out, Debbie didn't even notice a waiter serving her a glass of water.

The waiter panicked when he overheard the sleazy details about Mr. and Mrs. Huo. Ashamed of looking like a snitch, he quietly, carefully placed the glass on the table, and fled away, back to his station downstairs.

"Oh, sorry. I bet, being you would suck the life out of me," the pregnant woman sitting opposite Debbie said sympathetically. Stretching her right hand to stroke Debbie's, which was resting on the table between them, she comforted, "Mrs. Huo, you're still young. You have a long life ahead of you. Personally, I suggest you should divorce Mr. Huo if possible!"

'This lady really thinks I want a divorce?' Debbie grinned and shot to her feet. She had achieved her goal. There was no need for her to pretend anymore.

The pregnant woman was surprised by Debbie's impulsiveness, but Debbie did even worse.The woman had ordered a glass of fruit juice, but she had barely touched it as she spoke to Debbie. In one fell swoop, Debbie grabbed the glass of juice and doused the woman's face. The woman could only stare in disbelief. But Debbie coldly taunted, "So you think you're a better match to Carlos than me? Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and wished you could lose some of that ugly flab?"

Now aware that she had been fooled, the pregnant woman yelled, "Oh, such miserable, bitter loser. You came here to pick a fight with me over Carlos, and you had to beat around the bush, thinking you'd fool me?"

Debbie raised an eyebrow. "Go on. Bitch around all you want. But you better learn not to meddle in other people's affairs. In fact, I'm not lonely. Not at all! I may need to get him some more women to satisfy his needs. But since I love him so much, I won't do that! Even if he wants to sleep around with other women, it won't be a fat and ugly woman like you. You should be ashamed of yourself. Carlos is my husband, just in case you're forgetting. No matter how many flings he may want, when he comes home, I'm firmly in charge of things. If you ever had illusions of running the show, I'm afraid, you may have to wait for an eternity."

Viciously, Debbie railed the pregnant woman with a barrage of words in a single breath. Unable to take the humiliation anymore, the woman stood up in a fit of anger and raised her hand to slap Debbie across the face. However, Debbie was too swift for her and easily dodged the slap. In retaliation, she grabbed hold of the woman's wrist with her left hand and hit her in the face with the right hand.

She struck her so hard that the silent second floor of the cafe echoed with the thwack. "You want to hit me? Jeez! You have the nerve to hit me, something that even Carlos has never dared? Take this as a warning. Never, ever dare! Because next time you try that on me, you'll live to regret it. I swear! Now, go back home and behave yourself!"

The woman's face was already red and swollen from the force of Debbie's slap. Earlier today when she left the ward, she had given Carlos a cold shoulder because of this woman's phone call. Now that she had taught the woman a lesson, she might have to make peace with him later on. That thought incensed her. Thank God she had hit the woman hard enough.

"You are a bitch!" the woman cussed.

Debbie then popped her head up and stretched herself, dropping into a fighting stance. As she approached the woman, she asked with an evil smile, "Did you just call me a bitch? Well, you better watch your mouth. Otherwise, you're messing with the wrong person."

"What...do you want to do? Don't act rashly. I'm a pregnant woman!" The woman was scared stiff by Debbie's threatening advance. Covering her belly, she quickly staggered backwards.

"Tell me. Who's the true father of your baby?" Debbie interrogated.

The woman zipped her mouth, careful not let slip anything. But when she saw Debbie raise her fist, she got flustered and had to tell the truth. "It's Mr. Lewis Huo!" she said, trembling.

Over a month ago, after she found out that she had been pregnant with Lewis' child, she happened to have a chance to attend a banquet as Carlos' date and a business associate with ZL Group. During dinner, Carlos had apparently been in a bad mood and had one too many. Then, the host of the banquet arranged for her to send Carlos back to his hotel room. Nothing had happened between them, but it was then that she came up with an idea to take those photos and make up a story between her and Carlos.

Taking advantage of those photos, she set her eyes on replacing Debbie as the new Mrs. Huo. According to her game plan, if Carlos disputed paternity when the baby was born, the DNA result would still prove that the baby belonged to the Huo family.