Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 383

“M... Ms. Morgan.” Florian looked like a shadow of his former self. He was so thin it was almost alarming, with a scruffy beard covering his jaw and dark circles bruising his bloodshot eyes. His hair stuck out in every direction, and his clothes were stained, wrinkled, and looked like they hadn’t been washed in ages. Just looking at him made Wiona’s brows pull tight with worry and frustration.

“Florian, you’ve already climbed out of this mess once. Why are you letting yourself fall back in?” she asked, her voice sharp with disappointment. “Is gambling really that irresistible to you? So much that you’d throw your life away again, even betray someone who trusted you? You’d rather drag yourself back to rock bottom than ask for help? And you expect me to forgive you for this?”

Florian’s face drained of color. He fell to his knees, pressing his forehead to the floor as he begged, his voice frantic and hoarse. “I know I messed up. I know I don’t deserve to be talking to you. I know I’m the worst, Ms. Morgan, I know all of it… But this time, I swear, I didn’t go looking for trouble. Someone set me up. They baited me, and I fell for it. I saw other people winning, and I couldn’t help myself. When I saw them lose on purpose, even though they would’ve won if they listened to me, I just wanted to try, just once…”

His words tumbled out in a rush, his eyes wild and desperate. “But then, I started losing. Everything went wrong. No matter what I did, I lost. I wanted to stop, I really did. I knew if I kept going, I’d fall even deeper, but then someone offered me a loan, no questions asked. The hole just got bigger. Before I knew it, I owed them millions. They told me if I didn’t pay up, they’d cut off my hands, my feet…”

He choked on his own words, tears streaming down his face. “I had no idea what to do. Then I got a message. Someone told me if I handed Molly over, my debt would disappear. I wasn’t thinking. I just… I just snapped.”

He turned to Molly, snot and tears running down his face. “Molly, I’m so sorry. You can take it out on me. I won’t fight it. I owe you that much.”

Mason stepped forward and kicked Florian hard in the back, his anger boiling over. “Scumbag! You think saying sorry makes up for what Molly went through? Some people never change. You’re the kind of person who needs to be taught a real lesson so you’ll finally shut your mouth!”

Wiona shot Mason a look, then turned to Molly. “He’s admitted what he did. What do you want to do with him? You’re the one who suffered the most. Whatever you decide, I’ll back you up.”

Florian’s face was swollen and red from crying. His voice trembled. “My mom really is missing. The day she left here, she went to the hospital. She disappeared from there. I thought she just went home, but she wasn’t there as well. I searched everywhere she could’ve gone, and I couldn’t find her. I was about to call the police, but then someone called me first. They said if I tried to report her missing, I’d find her body the next day. If I asked you for help, they’d make sure she suffered before she died. I was terrified, so I asked what they wanted. They just told me to do exactly as they said and I’d see my mother again. That’s how I ended up at that underground casino. Even now, I don’t know if she’s alive or not. They wanted to make sure I got hooked again. It’s my fault for being weak and stupid. If I had just come to you sooner, none of this would have happened. It’s all on me. I deserve whatever happens.”

He started slapping himself, each smack leaving a red mark on his face.

Wiona’s frown deepened. “Did Roger take Jean too?” It couldn’t be a coincidence, both incidents happening at the same time. But if Roger was behind it, why would he go after Florian and kidnap Jean? What was he really after?