Tonight Her Love Ended novel Chapter 22

"As long as Tristan and I aren't divorced, I am the lady of Clearwater Manor, and you are just a servant. Try disrespecting me again and see what I dare to do! Or better yet, let's go ask Abdul and see if I have the right to put you in your place!"

Martha shook a trembling finger at Nova in a rage. "You little bitch! That bastard in your belly is going to turn into a puddle of blood and a lump of rotting flesh sooner or later!"

Those words struck the deepest, most agonizing nerve a mother possessed.

Her twins hadn't just become a puddle of blood and rotting flesh—their own father had tossed them out like garbage...

*Smack!*

As another resounding slap connected with Martha's cheek, Nova hit record on her phone.

Every single vicious, arrogant word the maid had just spewed was captured loud and clear.

Martha never expected Nova to actually record her. If the patriarch or Mr. Forrester heard her cursing the future heir of the family...

"Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. And don't stop slapping yourself until I say so!"

Nova's hands were shaking uncontrollably.

The doctor had warned her against extreme emotional distress, but she couldn't suppress it. Now, the overwhelming surge of adrenaline was making her lower abdomen throb with sharp, piercing pain.

Terrified, Martha dropped to her knees and began slapping her own face.

The moment the loud smacks echoed through the hall, a chilling male voice cut through the air like an ice pick.

"What are you doing?"

Nova turned around, tears swimming in her eyes, to see Tristan standing at the top of the stairs. His face was a thundercloud.

Still kneeling on the floor, Martha immediately wailed, "Mrs. Forrester called Ms. Sellers a homewrecker! Ms. Sellers was too gracious to argue, but I couldn't stand it and said a few words in her defense. Then she forced me to my knees to slap myself! I've been with this family for years; I practically raised you, sir! When Mrs. Forrester moved in, I took care of her with all my heart—Mrs. Forrester Sr. can attest to that! But she uses her pregnancy to treat me like dirt... Ms. Sellers can vouch for me!"

Yvette, who had been watching from the sidelines, chimed in with mild indifference, "Tristan, Nova's temper really is a bit out of hand."

"That's not—" Nova started.

"Enough." The man's voice was low and oppressive. His dark, unfathomable eyes locked onto her, anger burning clearly in their depths, making him look even more ruthlessly detached. "Save your pathetic excuses."

Nova gripped her phone, still on the recording screen.

With trembling lips, she moved to play the audio, desperate to make Tristan hear exactly what his precious maid had said!

Could he still defend her after hearing that?

*Boom.*

It felt as though a bomb had detonated in Nova's head, cementing her feet to the floor.

Trash...

Tristan really had thrown away their babies' ashes. He actually said...

Their children were... trash?

"Where did you throw it?" Nova's body shook as she shoved past the maid trying to block her. She rushed up to Tristan and grabbed his arm.

Her sheer audacity left the maid stunned.

Was she insane?

Or was this just another new trick?

Tristan looked down at her, his brows knitting together, his eyes brimming with icy impatience.

Facing his absolute indifference, Nova's control finally snapped. "I asked you where you threw it! Tell me where you threw it!"