Forged My Marriage, Stole My Baby—Now I’m the Judge You Kneel To - Chapter 80: Chapter 80
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"I'm pregnant, Mr. Rookwood. I'm carrying our child!"
Serena looked up, trying to find a hint of joy in Sebastian's eyes.
"You've always wanted a child, haven't you? Now he's in my belly. Everything I did before was because I love you. For the sake of the child, please forgive me... Ah!"
Serena suddenly let out a shrill scream, like a mouse with its tail caught in a door.
She stared at her abdomen in disbelief.
Sebastian's foot was crushing down on it, grinding viciously.
"Only what Aveline bears would be called a child. What's in your belly is just rotting flesh!"
He showed no surprise, no mercy—instead, he looked disgusted, as if he'd heard something revolting.
He was worth billions, an undisputed success who naturally wanted children.
But he loved Aveline too much—a love that couldn't tolerate any risk.
No matter how advanced technology became, childbirth could never be 100% safe.
Complications like amniotic fluid embolism during delivery were almost always fatal.
He wouldn't allow even the slightest possibility of Aveline being in danger.
So he'd rather not have children.
"Mr. Rookwood, the whip is ready. Besides salt, it's also coated with menthol oil and chili water."
The assistant rushed in, respectfully offering a whip.
Serena's face went deathly pale.
This whip was even thicker than the one used on Aveline at the nightclub that day. The barbs made her whole body tremble.
"No!"
She backed away in terror, but there was no escape.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The first three lashes struck her stomach mercilessly. The long gashes looked like C-section scars. She nearly fainted from the pain, screaming continuously.
After ninety-nine lashes, Serena was barely breathing, blood spreading beneath her. She thought the nightmare was finally over.
But Sebastian's voice was ice-cold: "Find a hundred beggars. When today ends, remember to prepare ninety-nine lashes and a hundred beggars for tomorrow. Every day from now on."
"Every bit of suffering Aveline endured, I want her to repay a thousand times over!"
Sebastian's chest ached. He'd said these words three years ago, but he hadn't followed through...
He'd given Serena three years of marriage, and because he thought she was the weaker one, when both she and Aveline were in danger, he'd instinctively saved her first.
He'd thought Serena had depression while Aveline was healthy and would be fine.
Now he realized how completely Aveline's heart must have shattered under those champagne glass shards.
But he truly loved only Aveline. All his mistakes had to end.
This time, he would keep his word.
Serena was trembling all over. Thinking of the endless pain and abyss awaiting her, she begged desperately.
But she couldn't earn even a glance from Sebastian.
Serena broke down in despair, losing all reason in an instant.
Her face contorted as she endured the pain and spoke through gritted teeth: "You keep saying you love Aveline Hart, that you want to get revenge for her. But when I chopped off her hand and she was in agony, you were secretly relieved because you thought this way she wouldn't go to France to study design and could stay with you forever."
"Rather than saying you love her, you love your own possessiveness! As long as you could keep her, you didn't mind hurting her. Is that what you call love? You think you're any different from me? We both used any means necessary for love. What right do you have to treat me like this?"
Sebastian's steps faltered. He said nothing and left.
But once in the car, he seemed to lose all his strength, his face turning deathly pale.
Because he realized Serena wasn't wrong—he was full of control and possessiveness.
His love was too selfish.
His mind was filled with Aveline's broken expression when her right hand was severed, and the cruel scene of him whipping her again and again...
This kind of love had hurt Aveline too deeply.
When he found her, he would confess to her. He would give her complete freedom to do anything she wanted.
Actually, that prosthetic right hand could have...
Thinking of this, Sebastian had only one thought: he would find Aveline, even if he had to search the ends of the earth.
Serena looked up, trying to find a hint of joy in Sebastian's eyes.
"You've always wanted a child, haven't you? Now he's in my belly. Everything I did before was because I love you. For the sake of the child, please forgive me... Ah!"
Serena suddenly let out a shrill scream, like a mouse with its tail caught in a door.
She stared at her abdomen in disbelief.
Sebastian's foot was crushing down on it, grinding viciously.
"Only what Aveline bears would be called a child. What's in your belly is just rotting flesh!"
He showed no surprise, no mercy—instead, he looked disgusted, as if he'd heard something revolting.
He was worth billions, an undisputed success who naturally wanted children.
But he loved Aveline too much—a love that couldn't tolerate any risk.
No matter how advanced technology became, childbirth could never be 100% safe.
Complications like amniotic fluid embolism during delivery were almost always fatal.
He wouldn't allow even the slightest possibility of Aveline being in danger.
So he'd rather not have children.
"Mr. Rookwood, the whip is ready. Besides salt, it's also coated with menthol oil and chili water."
The assistant rushed in, respectfully offering a whip.
Serena's face went deathly pale.
This whip was even thicker than the one used on Aveline at the nightclub that day. The barbs made her whole body tremble.
"No!"
She backed away in terror, but there was no escape.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The first three lashes struck her stomach mercilessly. The long gashes looked like C-section scars. She nearly fainted from the pain, screaming continuously.
After ninety-nine lashes, Serena was barely breathing, blood spreading beneath her. She thought the nightmare was finally over.
But Sebastian's voice was ice-cold: "Find a hundred beggars. When today ends, remember to prepare ninety-nine lashes and a hundred beggars for tomorrow. Every day from now on."
"Every bit of suffering Aveline endured, I want her to repay a thousand times over!"
Sebastian's chest ached. He'd said these words three years ago, but he hadn't followed through...
He'd given Serena three years of marriage, and because he thought she was the weaker one, when both she and Aveline were in danger, he'd instinctively saved her first.
He'd thought Serena had depression while Aveline was healthy and would be fine.
Now he realized how completely Aveline's heart must have shattered under those champagne glass shards.
But he truly loved only Aveline. All his mistakes had to end.
This time, he would keep his word.
Serena was trembling all over. Thinking of the endless pain and abyss awaiting her, she begged desperately.
But she couldn't earn even a glance from Sebastian.
Serena broke down in despair, losing all reason in an instant.
Her face contorted as she endured the pain and spoke through gritted teeth: "You keep saying you love Aveline Hart, that you want to get revenge for her. But when I chopped off her hand and she was in agony, you were secretly relieved because you thought this way she wouldn't go to France to study design and could stay with you forever."
"Rather than saying you love her, you love your own possessiveness! As long as you could keep her, you didn't mind hurting her. Is that what you call love? You think you're any different from me? We both used any means necessary for love. What right do you have to treat me like this?"
Sebastian's steps faltered. He said nothing and left.
But once in the car, he seemed to lose all his strength, his face turning deathly pale.
Because he realized Serena wasn't wrong—he was full of control and possessiveness.
His love was too selfish.
His mind was filled with Aveline's broken expression when her right hand was severed, and the cruel scene of him whipping her again and again...
This kind of love had hurt Aveline too deeply.
When he found her, he would confess to her. He would give her complete freedom to do anything she wanted.
Actually, that prosthetic right hand could have...
Thinking of this, Sebastian had only one thought: he would find Aveline, even if he had to search the ends of the earth.
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