Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Amelia finished speaking and only then realized I was still standing there. It was too late to cover her mouth.
She walked over awkwardly and tugged at my arm. "Madeline, don't worry. No one can ever come between you and Oliver. Men might play around with other women, but it's no big deal. Just let it go."
I pulled my arm away with a cold face and dragged my suitcase toward the door. Let it go? If I were the one cheating, would Amelia be able to just "let it go"?
"Good for you, Madeline. So this is how you treat my mom when I'm not around? You're such a vicious wretch." Oliver blocked my way and turned the tables like it was all my fault.
"Move. I'll see you at the courthouse at 8 AM tomorrow." I stared at him coldly. This was the man I had married, even though it meant going against my parents. He was still handsome, but I couldn't recognize him anymore.
Three years of marriage had ended in such a miserable way. The sadness was indescribable. Tears slid down my face uncontrollably, and the pain was overwhelming.
Oliver spoke, "If you want a divorce, fine. Let's go to the courthouse tomorrow morning. I'll sleep in the study tonight. It's not safe for a woman to go out this late." Finally, he said something that wasn't completely heartless.
I was about to tell him it wasn't necessary when there was a sudden, sharp knock at the door.
"Who's knocking this late?" Amelia said as she walked toward the front door. "Who is it?"
"Amelia, it's me." It was a young woman's voice. I recognized it immediately—it was the same woman from the phone.
Amelia's face turned bright red. After a slight hesitation, she opened the door and let the woman in.
"What are you doing here this late? Come to my room." Amelia motioned for the woman, not wanting her to face me directly.
However, the woman ignored her and went straight to my side, dropping to her knees with a thud.
She cried, her face covered in tears, as if she'd been wronged, "Madeline, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have fallen for Olly.
"Feel free to yell at me or even hit me. Do whatever you want. Please, don't make it hard for Amelia... no, Mrs. Cooke and Olly."
I looked at her coldly, seeing through her pretentious act. She spoke words of apology, but each one felt like a stab to my heart.
"Jennifer, get up. The floor's cold." Oliver rushed over to help her up and shot me a glare.
Jennifer Pearson stood up, leaning against him, crying in shaky sobs.
"Stop acting," I said. "It's disgusting." I didn't want to play along with her. If she wanted to pretend to be a victim and act all fragile, I wasn't going to be her supporting character.
I was pulling my suitcase to leave when Jennifer grabbed my arm, pleading, "Madeline, you have to forgive me. Otherwise, I'll feel really bad."
I instinctively tried to pull my arm away, not making much of a movement. But to my surprise, Jennifer screamed and fell backward.
Oliver was right behind her, and he rushed to catch her. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"My belly hurts so much," Jennifer said, pressing her hands to her abdomen, staying close to Oliver. She exaggerated her cries, but threw me a look full of challenge that only I could see.
"She's faking it," I blurted out.
Another sharp slap hit my face, knocking me off balance.
"Jennifer's pregnant. How could you be so heartless?" Amelia scolded me.
The three of them stood together, as if they were a family, and I was the outsider.
"Heartless?" I laughed loudly, as if I'd heard the funniest joke, tears welling up in my eyes. The mistress showed up on my doorstep and I was the one at fault?
I let out a cold laugh, furious beyond words. "Fine. Since I'm so heartless, let's not get divorced. I'd really like to see how your mistress plans to move in while we're still married and how she's going to give you a child.
"'Your precious grandchild'? Even after she gives birth to that kid, it'll still be nothing but an illegitimate child."
"Olly, look at her." Jennifer stomped her foot, pouting. "We can't let our child be an illegitimate child. People will laugh at us."
Amelia rushed over to steady her. "Oh my goodness, sweetheart, don't move around like that. You have to be careful with the baby."
Oliver glared at me, his eyes filled with rage. "Madeline, it's you who wants the divorce, and it's you who doesn't want it now. Are you playing with me?
"Look at yourself. You're no different than a shrew. I stopped loving you a long time ago. No matter how much you cling to me, it won't change anything."
I asked angrily, "I'm clinging to you? When you were broke and pursuing me, why didn't you say I was clinging to you?
"When you tricked me into selling my assets to buy a bigger house, why didn't you call me a shrew then? Oliver, do you still have a conscience?"
Back then, Oliver was just a low-level employee. The only thing his family had was a small 400-square-foot house and his widowed mother.
My mother repeatedly warned me, saying that his mother was hard to get along with and that Oliver couldn't be relied on. Unfortunately, I didn't listen at all and insisted on marrying him.
Even though I had disappointed my parents, my mom secretly gave me a store in the city center as a wedding gift.
But within two months, that store was sold, under the persuasion of Oliver and Amelia, and the money was spent on a new house and to promote Oliver's career and expand his network.
Then Amelia's attitude completely changed. I endured all her criticisms, all for Oliver's so-called love.
I believed that love could overcome all obstacles and as long as Oliver treated me well, I could overlook any of the harshness and criticism.
Yet today, he actually let Jennifer barge in. And in front of her, he twisted the truth and spoke nonsense.
When Oliver saw I had exposed his lies, he handed Jennifer over to his mother. He rushed over to me, punching and kicking me.
I was knocked to the ground, blood pouring from my mouth and nose, but he didn't stop. Amelia didn't stop him either. Instead, she egged him on, saying, "Don't hold back. Let's see if she still dares to talk back."
Hearing her words, Oliver grabbed my hair and slammed my head hard into the floor.
The impact was so strong that I felt like I was going to die. Just before I lost consciousness, I seemed to hear Oliver's panicked voice. "Mom, I think I've killed her."
"Don't panic. Check if she's still breathing," Amelia said.
And then, everything went black.