Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 697

It wasn't the first time Shelly had been slapped by Luther, but he had never hit her so hard before.

She was completely confused, covering her cheeks with her hands. There was the fishy taste of blood in her mouth, and her eardrums kept buzzing.

Luther's rage made her completely terrified. Tears kept rolling in her eyes, before they finally fell down in big drops.

Luther was so angry that he tried to get up from the bed. Jacqueline rushed forward to stop him, "Luther, you can't get out of bed. You can't move around. Don't be angry. You have several broken ribs. You haven't recovered yet. Don't be angry."

Indeed, he just moved a bit and he felt suffocating in his chest like he was dying.

"Ahem."

After coughing for a while, he slowed down, and the pain in her chest was still beyond description, tearing every nerve in his body.

Jacqueline rushed to Shelly's side, squatted down and held Shelly, "You just shut up. Luther has got his memory back. Everything in the past, and all the things we've deceived him about, he's remembered."

Shelly looked at Jacqueline with wide eyes. How was it possible? He remembered it all? So he remembered all the mistakes she had made and all the outrageous things she had done? With all the absurd things she just said, it's no wonder that he hit her so hard.

She didn't dare to say anything. Her tears kept falling and she didn't even dare to look at Luther again.

Luther's eyes were wide open and he questioned hysterically, "What you say, is it all true?"

Shelly shook her head repeatedly in fear, not daring to answer.

"I'm telling you. Charlotte is not even carrying my child. I never touched her. She tricked me into thinking that she saved me! In fact, the person who really saved me was Joyce. At the engagement party, it wasn't Joyce who pushed Charlotte down the stairs. It must be Charlotte who wanted to set Joyce up and get rid of the evil child in her belly! Two birds with one stone!"

She said it three times in a row that she was sorry and she sobbed uncontrollably. She really didn't know the truth.

Luther seemed tired and weary. He leaned on the back of the bed with pathos and looked desperate.

"What's the point of saying that? It's too late."

He seemed to be talking to Shelly and at the same time talking to herself.

What's the point of blaming them?

Even he himself did not know the truth, and how could they know? They were only deceived and encouraged by Charlotte, and the real crime was always his own.