Cassie Jensen failed to warm Archer Bailey's heart for three years. As a wife, she lived a life worse than a mistress. She thought that the two of them would go on like this until another woman appeared. Cassie Jensen realized that she was nothing in Archer Bailey's eyes. But she never expected that this man would forcibly lock her into a mental hospital for the sake of his beloved woman. After experiencing all kinds of painful torture, Cassie Jensen finally broke down: "Archer Bailey, do you regret treating me like this..." "The word regret has never been in my book." The man's indifferent and unfeeling back made her lose her last bit of hope and was disheartened. Two years later, she became the Ms. White that everyone envied, aloof and extravagant. At the banquet, when she smiled at him with a familiar voice and an unfamiliar face, the man who had always been cold and heartless suddenly burst into tears. "Cassie, give me a chance to make up for you..." He grabbed the hem of her clothes tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, like the only light caught in the decaying darkness. "It's late." Pulling away the man's hand, she turned and left with a clean back, without a trace of nostalgia.
Dark night, heavy rain.
The sound of rapid brakes was sharp and piercing, and the sharp lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the pale face of the senior Mr. White outside the car: "Girl, be careful!"
With a 'bang', the car hit the rock wall and fell off the cliff.
Cassie Jensen woke up with a start.
Her face was pale, her pupils dilated, and the panic in her dream lingered in her mind for a long time...
Why is it this dream again?
Just as she was wondering, the sound of the door lock suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
It was her husband, Archer Bailey, who hadn't returned all night.
Cassie Jensen waited for him on the sofa last night. When she got off the ground, her knees gave way and she almost fell down. She managed to hold on to the handle of the sofa, but she saw the man, smelling of acrid alcohol, bypassing her and sitting on a farther place. on the chair.
He didn't even look at her, propped up his forehead with one hand, and began to close his eyes to rest.
Archer's appearance is extremely good, even if he is sitting, you can see his wide and narrow hips, with a top figure comparable to an international supermodel, coupled with his overly handsome mixed-race face like a sea god, and the background of the richest man in Philadelphia, once made Philadelphia All women follow suit.
But no one thought that this perfect man like Poseidon was actually married a long time ago, but as his wife, she maintained an shady relationship with him like a mistress.
Thinking of this, Cassie Jensen's eyes darkened.
After three years of hidden marriage, it turned out that she was still not used to this kind of cold violence, but seeing the slight fatigue between his brows, she had no choice but to suppress her grievances.
"It's getting late, I'll get you some water, you can go to bed early after you take a shower."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to turn around when she saw the man slowly opened his eyes. Those indifferent black eyes were not even half drunk: "Stop, I have something to tell you."
Cassie Jensen stopped in her tracks, turned her head to meet the man's dark eyes without any warmth at all, and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.
"Molly Booth will be moving here the day after tomorrow, you pack up and go live outside." Sure enough, Huo Qihan's cold words came over, with the sense of an undeniable order.
Cassie Jensen is no stranger to the name Molly Booth.
A few days ago, Molly Booth made a high-profile announcement that Archer Bailey was her boyfriend at a charity gala. This hot search is still hanging on major online media.
Cassie Jensen suppressed her sourness, and said lightly, "I see, you want me to make room for the woman you like, right?"
Archer Bailey saw the faint resistance in her eyes, and immediately his eyes darkened: "You have to recognize your identity, and don't really think of yourself as Mrs. Bailey!"
Cassie Jensen suddenly wanted to laugh, and even got her marriage certificate, isn't she Mrs. Bailey?
Back then when she was desperate to treat her father's liver cancer, Archer Bailey appeared out of nowhere and gave her the money she needed on the condition that she marry him.
She didn't know the reason, but she couldn't refuse this opportunity to help her father.
But after receiving the certificate, she realized that this man's heart was cold.
Even so, Cassie Jensen wanted to push hard, "So... where are you going to let me, a pregnant woman with no family or reason?"
"Go to the hospital and destroy it." Huo Qihan said a few words indifferently.
There was no room for any relaxation in his attitude, Cassie Jensen forgot his horror for a moment, reflexively protected her stomach, and shook her head: "I don't want it!"
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