He Faked Our Wedding to Marry Another Woman
Chapter 6
The next second, a figure rushed in and slapped me hard across the face.
The mouth was instantly filled with the smell of blood, and blood flowed down the corner of the mouth.
Chloe, holding the child, cried and hid behind Adrian.
“Adrian, Evelyn is angry that you married me. She not only hit me, but also tried to strangle our son.”
"Take us away, I don't want to stay here anymore."
Adrian looked at me with eyes full of disappointment:
"Evelyn, when did you become so vicious?"
"Just because you lost your child, does that mean you should make others suffer the pain of losing a child as well?"
I pointed at the bracelet the baby boy was wearing, my eyes bloodshot, and roared:
"You're the ones who are vicious! Do you dare say what that was made of?!"
Adrian paused, then awkwardly looked away.
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"If I had known that you would become a psychopath who would even prey on children once you regained your sight, I would have preferred to remain blind for life. At least that would have been better than being kind now."
He took the child, put his arm around Chloe's waist, and looked at me indifferently:
"I have to accompany Chloe back to her hometown and I'm busy catching my flight, so I won't argue with you today."
"You should reflect on this at home. When you come back, I hope you can apologize to her properly. Otherwise, you can forget about getting a marriage certificate."
Ha, he still thinks I care about that fake certificate?
After they left, I packed my luggage and documents.
Martha looked distressed and tried to help me reduce the swelling on my face with an egg, but I politely declined.
“Martha, I’m leaving. Please tell Adrian that we’re over.”
After saying that, I left without hesitation.
At Bayview Marina, a private yacht had been waiting for me for a long time.
“Miss Carter, the master has sent us to take you home.”
I turned and glanced at the brightly lit Bayview.
When I was thirteen, I came here filled with confusion and fear.
Later, I met Adrian, and I poured all my girlish feelings and romance into this relationship, dreaming of building a family with him and living a happy life together.
Now that I'm leaving, all that's left is a heart full of hatred.
Adrian, enjoy these next few days.
We'll see each other again soon.
Then I will make you kneel before me and repent for what you have done.