Chapter 3

Now he had another child, and he'd undoubtedly do everything to keep it!

He knew that child loss was my deepest wound, yet here he was, asking me to endure such humiliation for him and Tiffany's baby.

I screamed at him, enraged:

"Julian, you heartless monster! If you dare let them touch me today, I'll hate you for the rest of my life!"

Tiffany impatiently mumbled, "Hurry up and finish the exam!"

Julian also lost patience and directly ordered the female doctors:

"Give Mrs. Blackwood a light anesthetic injection."

He paused, then tried to calm me,

"It'll only be for a moment, it won't harm you."

I continued to struggle desperately, watching as the female doctors approached with long, thin examination tools, preparing to remove my clothes. A wave of terror washed over me.

Another female doctor injected a thin, long anesthetic needle into my arm.

I couldn't struggle anymore and quickly fell unconscious.

Sometime later, I vaguely heard that Tiffany's call was still connected.

The female doctor was still examining me.

Her phone was placed near my ear, broadcasting muffled sounds.

Julian's voice was controlled and strained:

"You're pregnant, you can't be intimate. After the baby is born, I'll make it up to you."

"No, I won't let you be deprived. Just be gentle, even if I'm pregnant, 10 times a month can't be skipped."

Her coquettish voice made me intensely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she deliberately asked,

"You always say you love me, so why haven't you divorced your wife yet?!"

I also really wanted to know the answer to that, and I couldn't help but strain my ears.

Julian's voice remained unchanged:

"Are you stupid? Divorce means splitting half my assets. I haven't touched her in years, it's practically the same as being divorced. Remember, I'm a businessman, everything I do requires weighing pros and cons."

He really knew how to manipulate young, naive women.

He claimed he couldn't afford to divorce me because of the money, but in reality, all the money he earned had been transferred to my personal account.

It was even legally notarized as solely my property.

I had previously, out of spite for his affair, deliberately leaked confidential business secrets of Blackwood Corp to his competitors.

This caused Blackwood Corp to suffer losses in the hundreds of millions, pushing the company to the brink of bankruptcy.

Even after I pushed him so hard for a divorce, he refused.

He didn't even scold me, instead trying to calm me down.

I finally saw through him completely. He genuinely loved me, and he genuinely loved Tiffany.

He didn't want to lose either of us.

He was greedy; he wanted one woman at home and another outside.

The doctor finished the examination, took the phone from my ear, and reported:

"Miss Reed, we've completed the examination. Mrs. Blackwood has not only not been intimate recently, but she hasn't had any intimate activity for at least a year."

Tiffany, having received the satisfactory answer, sounded a few shades lighter:

"Thank you for your hard work, here's your payment."

They packed up their things and left.

As the anesthetic wore off, a dense, throbbing pain spread below.

The air was thick with the smell of blood. I tried to shift my body, and a violent surge of agony struck me.

Below, and on my backside, there was sticky blood everywhere.

This wasn't any scientific examination; it was torture.

An overwhelming hatred engulfed me, and within minutes, I was covered in a cold sweat from the pain.

In that moment, an earth-shattering idea flashed through my mind!

After several hours of pain, I finally managed to stand.

Dragging my broken body, I set fire to "Cinderella's Castle," the mansion Julian had spent a billion dollars to buy for me.