After My Miscarriage, I Got a Call from My Husband

chapter 3

Andrew went offline in the headset, like a deserter.

I thought everything would end there, but to my surprise, I woke up the next day to find myself trending.

The trending topic was "Andrew will always only love Violet."

All my friends came to congratulate me, saying Andrew had finally changed his mind and I could be at ease.

But my heart sank to the bottom.

Because 25-year-old Andrew came online.

He laughed smugly through the headphones, "Honey, did you see the trending topic I booked?"

"You think this can change everything?" I responded coldly, "You'll see the consequences soon."

Within ten minutes, that trending topic was forcibly removed.

Replacing it was a brand-new entry, "Andrew and Tessa are true love."

Meanwhile, my phone was almost blown up by Andrew's calls.

It wasn't until I held the divorce papers and arrived downstairs at his company that I finally pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the line, he started yelling furiously, "Violet! Don't you think playing these tricks is disgusting? You know Tessa is in the prime of her career, yet you smear her? How could there be such a filthy, shameless woman like you! Let me tell you, if you keep this nonsense up, let's just get a divorce!"

This is the sentence I was waiting for. Afraid he might change his mind, I quickly said, "Alright, I'm downstairs at your company. Let's get a divorce."

*****

I waited for him in the caf downstairs. What I got instead was his sudden, furious outburst. "Violet, you're truly despicable!"

He stormed in, in front of all the customers, and kicked me hard in the stomach. As I was in so much pain I nearly passed out, he grabbed my hair and yanked me up.

He played Tessa's newly sent voice message right by my ear. "Andrew, Max was stolen by Violet. There's so much blood and dog fur on the ground. I'm so scared. Max was a keepsake from my grandma. I'm willing to apologize to Violet. Please, I beg you, ask her to return Max to me, okay?"

A metallic taste filled my throat as I weakly explained, "I didn't steal her dog."

What I got in return was an even angrier slap from Andrew.

He pointed at me and roared, "Tessa is so kind, would she lie? You've done everything to bully and hurt her, and now you're pretending to want a divorce from me? A gold-digger like you, would you really leave me?"

My cheek swelled up badly from the slap.

A guest wanted to step in and stop him, but Andrew picked up a cup of scalding coffee and poured it over my head.

As I screamed in pain, he told the others, "She's a mistress, not only seducing me but also stealing my lover's dog."

His confident tone drew the sympathy of others in the caf.

"So she's a shameless mistress. Serves her right!"

"Slut! Beat her to death! Better strip her clothes off and throw her out!"

*****

In the headphones, Andrew went crazy, shouting shakily, "Impossible, it shouldn't be like this. Violet, run!"

I turned in pain, trying to escape, but was firmly pinned down by the bodyguards he brought.

He said, "You're not leaving until you tell me where Tessa's dog is."

After he finished speaking, I was roughly shoved into the car by the bodyguards.

The vehicle eventually stopped at the cemetery.

Andrew grabbed my hair, forcing me to kneel on the ground. Not far away, an excavator was parked beside my parents' tombstone.

My eyes were red. "I didn't steal the dog!"

Tessa appeared in a white dress, tears in her eyes.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement, but she pretended to look pitiful. "Violet, please tell me where Max is, okay?"

She cried so hard she almost fainted in Andrew's arms, but the corners of her mouth curved in triumph.

She knew I couldn't possibly give an answer.

Andrew's eyes darkened as he snarled, "This is the price for hurting Tessa. Start digging!"

"No!" I struggled desperately, screaming at Andrew, "I really don't know where her dog went, it wasn't me."

"Still not talking?" Andrew's face turned completely dark as he stared at my hands, saying word by word, "Since it was these filthy hands of yours, then let's ruin them."

A chill instantly ran through my entire body.

If my hands are ruined, I'll never be able to hold a paintbrush again.

My hands were pinned by the security guards as Andrew raised the knife at me with a vicious expression.

In the headphones, 25-year-old Andrew completely broke down. "Violet, I was wrong. I shouldn't have proposed to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, everything around instantly changed dramatically.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the Locke Manor.