Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 116

hapter 116

“Gregory!” Thomas struggled to get out of the car, but Martin had already locked the doors.

“Mr. Morgenstein, we need to handle the damage assessment first” said Martin in a flat and professional tone.

“What’s there to talk about? Let me out! Don’t you see what Gregory’s about to do to her?” Thomas roared.

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Martin didn’t even flinch. “They’re legally married. Don’t you think you’re overstepping a bit, Mr. Morgenstein?” he asked, angling his body to block Thomas‘ view.

“Damn it!” Thomas slammed his hands against the window, yelling, “Gregory, you bastard! Stop it!”

But his angry voice was completely trapped inside the car. No matter how frantic he was, it changed nothing

Meanwhile, in the backseat of the Rolls–Royce, Gregory was relentless. Anathea shrank from the heat of his breath. She turned her head away just as he tried to kiss her, rejecting his touch.

Gregory’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“You pulled every dirty trick in the book to make me marry you five years ago. All these years, you’ve been clinging to me in bed as if you can’t live without me. And now, you’re suddenly pushing me away. What, is it because of that chef? Are you into him now?”

Anathea bit her lip, refusing to respond.

But Gregory took her silence as an answer. His grip tightened, his voice cold and full of mockery. “You’d rather sleep with him? Is he better than me? Does he make you feel good?”

“Gregory, you’re so filthy!” Anathea finally snapped, her voice hoarse with anger.

She couldn’t understand it. In front of others, Gregory always played the perfect gentleman, maintaining a refined and untouchable air. But with her, he was always cruel and ugly.

It was as if he saved the worst parts of himself just for her, and it hurt a lot.

“I’m filthy?” Gregory let out a cold laugh. “Did I say anything wrong, though? Haven’t I always satisfied you in bed? Are you bored of me now, so you’re sneaking around behind my back?”

Every word hit Anathea like a knife.

“Anathea, you won’t take the lead and expect to be served. You can’t even moan, and you start crying the second things get rough. You think any man would want you besides me? Dream on.

Anathea went pale, her face burning with humiliation and rage. “You…”

She wanted to kick him. But his knees were pinning her down, and she couldn’t move. Enraged, she grabbed her bag and swung

at him.

“You bastard!”

Gregory didn’t expect to take a hit square on the shoulder, and he winced in pain.

“Anathea!” he shouted through gritted teeth, reaching for her. But then he froze as he stared at the L

He’d just seen that exact same bag yesterday. It had been with Theo. Adrian had even teased him, “Why are you carrying such a girly bag?”

“Because I like it. It’s none of your business,” Theo had replied smugly.

“I bet it’s a gift for someone. Is it for your special someone?” Adrian had joked.

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