Could she really not let go of Callum?
"We could be little Matty's parents. I can also be your Mrs. Bennett and the lady of the Bennett family."
That's what she wanted to tell him. It was her decision.
If some things couldn't go her way or be changed, the only thing she could do was protect her heart. She dared not think back on what happened three years ago, for even the thought of it tore her heart to pieces. Sometimes, she would wake up from nightmares, her heart in excruciating pain—a heartbreak that nearly cost her half her life. She was scared.
But Everett had no clue about her inner turmoil; he was filled with sadness and resentment. He grabbed her hand, turned her over beneath him again, and stared down at her with intense eyes, almost growling, "So, what you're saying is, you can be little Matty's mom and the lady of the Bennett family, but you won't be my wife again, won't love me anymore, is that it?"
He could accept her heart being distant for a moment, but if she refused to love him for the rest of their long lives, that would be too heartbreaking. He knew his own temperament well. He couldn't stand the woman he loved not having him in her eyes. He wanted her not just for her body, but most importantly, for her heart that deeply loved him, unconditionally!
He looked at her cold face. His eyes reddened, "Selena, I made one mistake, and you want to punish me for the rest of your life, isn't that too harsh?"
Selena didn't respond; she just turned her face away in silence.
The man waited for a long time, then, as if resigned, a bitter smile crept onto his lips. He got up from her, put on his robe, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
The sun was just rising.
After freshening up, Selena took little Matty downstairs. Seeing Ava standing coldly at the stairway, she was surprised and asked what was wrong.
Ava pointed towards the living room, "Ma'am, and to think I spoke up for him yesterday. Now it seems, a leopard can't change its spots!"
"Look, he’s already brought a mistress into the house."
Selena glanced towards the living room. On the long sofa, Everett, with his handsome face, lounged lazily, his long legs elegantly crossed, the epitome of nobility. And beside him sat a beautiful figure.
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