Ex-husband's Sweet Trap novel Chapter 65

Henry narrowed his eyes dangerously, then lifted himself off her suddenly and left the room. Luz saw his eyelashes trembling when he turned away.

With a bang, the door slammed shut behind him. She felt as if a knife had slashed through the scabs over the wounds again. She stared blankly at the wooden door with peeling paint as if it was the same door that had closed her off from the last hope she had from seven years ago.

"Henry, can you help me? Can you help the Boone Family?"

She was weak, helpless, and heavily pregnant, tugging on his sleeves pleadingly. The cold diamonds on his cuffs were just like his attitude towards her.

"You want me to help you with the Boone Family?"

The tall and handsome figure looked down at her. Although the smile on his thin lips was faint, it was still good looking enough to make her catch her breath.

"Yes, only you can help me. I can't just watch the Boone family disappear like this. That's my parents' life's work. Please help the Boone family."

She cried so hard that she could hardly breathe, and her heart ached because of her parents. The people who loved her unconditionally had just disappeared suddenly, leaving the perfect life she had visualized in shambles, weighing her down painfully.

Henry was her only hope.

But her only hope just lifted her chin with his fingers and smiled coldly at her. "I can help you, but tell me, who is the father of the child you carry? Is it Declan Carver's?"

"..."

At that moment, she heard the sound of all her hopes collapsing in her heart.

She waited for three months before she got pregnant and endured the pain of morning sickness. She had gone through all the discomfort of carrying a child, and yet he was questioning the legitimacy of the child in her belly.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt so wronged.

The happy and beautiful life she had turned grey all of a sudden. She just sat on the bed, stunned, watching his smile become colder and more merciless.

How could her child be Declan's?

But she did not have the strength to explain. She did not want to experience the same hopelessness again, and she was afraid that he would just condemn all her explanations as excuses for her crimes.

Her tears fell onto her loose dress. Her heart was also dripping red tears.

The cold touch awakened that memory. She looked at the teardrops on her knees and was stunned for a long time before she raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

She actually cried again.

It was like that night seven years ago when it was raining, but her heart was in so much pain that she couldn't feel anything.

She sniffed and lay back on the bed. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to suffer like she did seven years ago.

Henry paced restlessly in the yard, getting more and more annoyed. They had been getting along well these few days. Why did he say that just now?

He looked at the closed door.

He wanted to walk over, but he didn't know how to face the woman inside.

He patted his pockets and realized that he had changed into some borrowed clothes, so he did not have any cigarettes with him.