Darlene Garcia loved Avery Gallard for ten years and married him. After two years of marriage, Avery's beloved woman returned. Darlene became an unpardonable sinner and was abandoned by him. He was mad, and he did everything he could to torture her. Darlene felt her life was like hell. Until the truth was revealed, Darlene died, and there was nothing left of her. Avery fainted. When he woke up, he knelt in front of her grave and cried bitterly. "I beg you, Darlene. Come back. I beg you. If you can open your eyes, I will compensate you. Please look at me again, okay?"
"The terminal heart failure. Unless you change your heart, it will be difficult to live for half a year." The doctor's words still echoed in Darlene Garcia's ears.
It was summer, and the continuous rain seemed to never stop.
In the dark bedroom, the wind blew up a thin layer of gauze curtain in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the rain soaked the dark leather sofa.
Darlene sat in front of the bed in a daze, shivered, and suddenly came back to her senses.
It was already dark, and she sat for another afternoon.
Darlene got up, walked over, and closed the window. The moment the rain fell on her pale arm, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.
When she returned to bed, she picked up her pen and signed her name on the divorce agreement. Together with the diagnosis sheet that said "terminal heart failure", she put them into the drawer.
Since she would die soon, she might as well fulfill their wishes.
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly kicked open, and almost the entire room shook.
A long black shadow broke in, and it seemed to arrive in front of her in an instant.
"A..." However, just as Darlene said this, she was suddenly lifted, and her entire body was heavily smashed onto the bed.
Avery leaned down and fiercely tore off the nightgown on her. His voice was fierce as if he wanted to tear her apart, "You vicious slut!"
This was the first sentence he had said to her this week.
Ever since Vivian Sheridan, who had disappeared for three years, returned a week ago, Avery had left this place with a divorce agreement.
There was no light on. In the faint light, she could not see the expression on his face clearly, but Darlene could feel that his eyes, which had always been indifferent, were now filled with ruthlessness.
The sudden pain of her body being torn apart seemed to deepen along with the dull pain in her heart.
Darlene opened her mouth wide and tried her best to breathe heavily, her voice barely audible. "Avery, I am tired. Can you not do this?"
The hand that Avery used to grab her neck fiercely contracted, not giving her any chance to breathe.
"Isn't this what you want? Three years ago, you instigated my grandmother to force Vivian to go abroad, right?"
A blood taste spread out from her throat. Darlene restrained herself and prevented the blood from rushing out of her throat.
She shook her head with great difficulty. "I don't understand what you're saying. I didn't. Vivian left on her own back then."
"You instigated my grandmother to force Vivian away and then let me marry you. Darlene, I will let you know the consequences of messing with me and hurting Vivian!"
Avery stood up and put on his clothes. And then he suddenly pulled her up and threw her on the ground. He was about to leave angrily.
If not for Vivian lying alone in the hospital, he would definitely have killed this venomous woman right now!
Darlene's body smashed into the ground with a muffled sound, and the bone-piercing pain instantly spread throughout her limbs.
Darlene shakily stood up, trying hard not to let her tears fall. "Whether you believe it or not, I have never hurt Vivian over these years."
Avery turned around and looked at her in disgust. It was a hot summer night, but his voice was like ice that could not be melted.
"Sign the divorce agreement and get out of here. From tomorrow, if I see you again, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."
Darlene fell onto the bed, and her heart ached, but she laughed softly.
Darlene thought, divorce. You want to divorce me because of Vivian's baseless words.
She clutched her fingers tightly on the bed and felt a chill rise from her feet. "If I say that I can only live for half a year, do you still want to divorce me?"
Avery frowned. He approached her in a few steps, grabbed her neck, and pulled her up.
In the night, Darlene could not help but stagger.
The moment he frowned and let go, her body fell heavily on the ground once again. The blood in her throat could no longer be held back. Darlene suddenly spat out the blood, staining the bed sheet. In this kind of unconscious state, it was indescribably strange and miserable.
Avery held complete hatred and sneered, "Half a year? Heh! Darlene, even if you were to die in front of me right now because of a terminal illness, I, Avery, will never spare you another glance!"
Darlene raised her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips. Finally, she no longer had any hope. "Okay, then let's divorce."
The door slammed shut, and Avery left without any hesitation.
Darlene fell to bed in a daze. She didn't know when her tears fell, but she could only hear her own laughter. It was cold and desperate.
She wanted to tell him that she had a terminal illness, terminal heart failure. The death rate was higher than most cancer.
But in the end, he didn't care.
The convulsions in her heart became more and more intense. She let out a series of rapid gasps. She crawled to the bedside with all her might. She took out a bottle of medicine and poured out a few pills.
The cup of water at the bedside had long been cold. She struggled to reach the cup and swallowed the pills.
Her entire body was covered in a cold sweat. She was so cold that she trembled. She hadn't eaten anything for the entire day. This mouthful of cold water made her feel uncomfortable and made her retch.
She no longer had the strength to go downstairs to get food. Darlene grabbed the edge of the bed and struggled to climb onto the bed.
Such a big bed, she curled up and occupied a small corner. It looked even more empty and cold.
A bolt of lightning flashed by, suddenly lighting up the room as if it was daytime. Her pale face, which had lost all color long ago, was terrifying.
When Darlene felt she was about to die from the pain, her consciousness fell into chaos. She seemed to return to three years ago in a daze.
Avery had a car accident back then. For nearly a year, he was in a coma in the hospital. After the doctor diagnosed him, said that the hope of recovery was slim and that he might be in a vegetative state for the rest of his life, Darlene stayed by his side all day and night.
That year, she almost did not have a good night's sleep. Her health condition got worse soon. She was too tired, and her hereditary heart disease rapidly deteriorated. Until now, she had heart failure.
Three years ago, the words that Vivian said in front of all the elders of the Gallard family were still ringing in her ears.
"You want me to marry a vegetable? Stop dreaming! Even if I, Vivian, marry a beggar on the street, I will never marry a vegetable!"
Time went by so quickly. Three years had passed. And now, Vivian used her words and tears to put all the sins on Darlene.
The night had never been so long...
When Darlene saw Avery again, it was already three days later.
Darlene vomited violently for three days in a row and went to the hospital to get a checkup. Just as she reached the hospital corridor, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
He seemed to want to break her arm.
When Darlene returned to her senses, she had already been dragged into a ward and thrown onto the ground without any pity.
Avery's irritable voice rang out. "Kneel for Vivian!"
Darlene sucked in a breath of cold air and painfully covered her heart.
Just now, when she was dragged in by Avery's bodyguard, her tied-up long hair was dragged, and half of her coat was pulled off.
Now, Darlene looked disheveled, and she was in a sorry state.
Darlene struggled to raise her head, only to see Vivian pitifully leaning against Avery's chest, sobbing in a low voice.
Darlene only felt that her heart was numb, and she didn't feel much about the scene in front of her. "I didn't do anything wrong. I won't kneel."
Avery patted Vivian in his arms with his slender palm. His other hand picked up the ultrasound report on the bedside table and ruthlessly smashed it on Darlene's face.
"Vivian is so innocent and simple. How can you do such a dirty thing to her?"
Darlene looked down at the ultrasound report that was floating in front of her eyes.
It was the pregnancy test, showing that Vivian was pregnant for 13 weeks.
Darlene's heart ached. Vivian is three months pregnant?
She's pregnant for Avery?
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