Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire novel Chapter 100

Brian felt heaviness on his chest. Of course, he remembered how he had slapped Riley that day. So, as it turned out, she was pregnant, and he was the reason for her miscarriage!

"You killed your own child, Brian," Adrian reported. "How does that make you feel?"

Brian looked at Adrian. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he nervously fidgeted with his hands, a clear sign of inner turmoil and regret.

"I was in agony, Brian," Riley narrated in anger. Her jaws were clenched as she revealed, "I bled as I drove out of your parent's neighborhood!"

"But, Babe, you were only trying to defend me. Remember that Riley pushed me," Claire said to Brian.

It took a moment, but Brian finally found a justified reason for his actions. He said, "I only reacted because Riley hurt Claire -"

"And like I said, I did not hurt her, Brian," Riley firmly said. "She threw herself on the floor! Wake up! I was your wife for four years, and you believe Claire, whom you have only met months prior?"

"But why would Claire do that?" Brian pointed out. "Why would she hurt our child? It doesn't make sense, Riley."

"Because she is hiding something? Because the child she is carrying might not be yours?" Adrian suggested.

"What? No?" Claire objected. She rested her hand on her belly and cried as she claimed, "This is Brian's child. He is my first love and the first man I slept with. How could you say that about me, Mr. King? You don't even know me."

"Haha!" An evil laugh escaped Adrian's lips. He said, "Oh, I know you. I have Mr. William Barlowe to thank for that."

Brian turned to Claire in surprise. He saw how her face paled, and her body shivered. Very quickly, however, Claire recovered, saying, "Uncle William is my godfather. He wouldn't say anything immoral that would hurt me."

"Virgin, huh?" Adrian asked. "Unless that's you, Brian? But I doubt that. You never took her to the Plaza Hotel, right?"

"Oh, this is another favorite of mine," Clint gave Brian another photo. Claire was inside William Barlowe's Bentley, parked in a mall parking lot. The window was half open, and although the picture was taken from afar, one could clearly see how Claire was straddling William.

"Still think your wife isn't trash?" Adrian asked. "These photos were surveillance taken around four months ago. I happen to have an interest in Mr. Barlowe and came across your innocent, virgin wife."

"Oh, my god, Brian," at the edge of his sight, Brian saw Riley cover her mouth from the shock. "What have you gotten yourself into?"

Even Luke stood up and studied the pictures clearly. He said, "The fuck, Brian. Didn't I tell you to look up this woman? What kind of young woman gets into a sexual relationship with a middle-aged man?"