he Day He Chose Her Over Our Dying Son, I Chose Vengeance - Chapter 74: Chapter 74
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Benjamin sighed in relief, a rare smile appearing on his face.
As he'd thought, Olivia still loved him.
He figured he just needed to sweet-talk her a bit and she'd forgive him.
Benjamin straightened his sleeves, nervous yet excited as he followed the butler into the estate.
But the butler didn't lead him through the main entrance—instead, they entered through a side door by the servants' quarters.
He was taken to a room where the butler tossed him a set of clothes.
"Change into these. Miss Gray doesn't like things wet and messy in the house."
After changing, Benjamin was finally led upstairs.
In the French-style grand hall, melodious music filled the air. Under crystal chandeliers, elegantly dressed men and women danced graceful waltzes.
Benjamin was stunned by the luxurious scene before him. He knew the Gray family was wealthy, but he hadn't imagined they were this rich.
And Olivia, like a princess, stood in the center of the hall.
A group of handsome, blue-eyed men surrounded her like stars around the moon.
He stood to the side, watching as the butler spoke to Olivia.
Then Olivia slowly looked up in his direction.
The moment their eyes met, Benjamin trembled with excitement.
A thousand words clogged his throat—he had so much to say to Olivia, wanted so badly to hold her in his arms.
But Olivia merely glanced at him briefly before turning away to continue her conversation.
It was like being doused with a bucket of ice water from head to toe.
Benjamin couldn't believe that Olivia, whose eyes had always been full of him, could respond to his arrival with such cold indifference.
He stood there waiting for a long time before she finally approached him.
"Liv."
Benjamin eagerly stepped forward to meet her. Seeing her, all his longing burst forth at once. He could no longer control himself and pulled her tightly into his arms.
"Liv, I've missed you so much. Why did you immigrate? Don't you know how hard I've been looking for you?"
Facing his embrace, Olivia only felt disgust.
She pushed him away, her tone cold as frost: "Mr. Monroe, please respect yourself and others. I don't appreciate people putting their hands on me."
Benjamin froze, unable to believe what he'd just heard.
"What did you call me? Mr. Monroe?"
She used to call him "Benjamin" or "honey" so lovingly.
Now she called him "Mr. Monroe."
It was like a knife stabbing into his heart—unbearably painful.
"What brings you here to find me, Mr. Monroe?"
Olivia sat down on a nearby sofa. Seeing the coldness in her eyes, Benjamin pressed his lips together, his voice hoarse.
"Liv, please come home with me. Stella and I are preparing to divorce. Believe me, there's nothing between us. I helped her only because she was my friend's wife, pregnant when her husband died—I just felt sorry for her. Nothing more than that."
Looking at the sincerity on his face, Olivia realized the man before her was completely rotten.
Even now, he was still trying to lie his way out.
"Benjamin, I'll give you one more chance. Do you really have no feelings for Stella? Did you really never sleep with her?"
Faced with her questioning, Benjamin felt guilty.
But afraid she wouldn't forgive him, he chose to lie again.
"Yes, Stella and I are completely innocent. Nothing happened between us."
The next second, Olivia took out her phone and showed him photos and videos of the two of them being intimate in their house.
"Benjamin, you truly disgust me."
Seeing the evidence, Benjamin completely panicked. He fell to his knees, grabbing Olivia's legs and begging for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry, Liv. Please forgive me! I was just temporarily bewitched—I never meant to sleep with her, it was just an accident. I promise, it won't happen again. When I go back, I'll divorce her immediately and never see her again."
"Really?" Olivia raised an eyebrow. "What about her child? Isn't she your daughter anymore? You'll never see her either?"
"If you don't want me to see her, I won't. I won't see anyone. From now on, I'll only love you and our baby wholeheartedly, okay?"
Olivia found Benjamin's words laughable.
She took a deep breath and said calmly: "It's too late, Benjamin. When I loved you, I could forgive anything. But now, I don't love you anymore. So your affairs are none of my business. As for you and Stella, do whatever you want—I can't control it, and I won't try anymore!"
With that, she stood to leave. Benjamin stumbled to his feet, blocking her path.
"Don't do this, Liv. The baby isn't born yet—he can't be without a father!"
Olivia looked at the man before her, feeling no attachment whatsoever.
"The baby is gone."
As he'd thought, Olivia still loved him.
He figured he just needed to sweet-talk her a bit and she'd forgive him.
Benjamin straightened his sleeves, nervous yet excited as he followed the butler into the estate.
But the butler didn't lead him through the main entrance—instead, they entered through a side door by the servants' quarters.
He was taken to a room where the butler tossed him a set of clothes.
"Change into these. Miss Gray doesn't like things wet and messy in the house."
After changing, Benjamin was finally led upstairs.
In the French-style grand hall, melodious music filled the air. Under crystal chandeliers, elegantly dressed men and women danced graceful waltzes.
Benjamin was stunned by the luxurious scene before him. He knew the Gray family was wealthy, but he hadn't imagined they were this rich.
And Olivia, like a princess, stood in the center of the hall.
A group of handsome, blue-eyed men surrounded her like stars around the moon.
He stood to the side, watching as the butler spoke to Olivia.
Then Olivia slowly looked up in his direction.
The moment their eyes met, Benjamin trembled with excitement.
A thousand words clogged his throat—he had so much to say to Olivia, wanted so badly to hold her in his arms.
But Olivia merely glanced at him briefly before turning away to continue her conversation.
It was like being doused with a bucket of ice water from head to toe.
Benjamin couldn't believe that Olivia, whose eyes had always been full of him, could respond to his arrival with such cold indifference.
He stood there waiting for a long time before she finally approached him.
"Liv."
Benjamin eagerly stepped forward to meet her. Seeing her, all his longing burst forth at once. He could no longer control himself and pulled her tightly into his arms.
"Liv, I've missed you so much. Why did you immigrate? Don't you know how hard I've been looking for you?"
Facing his embrace, Olivia only felt disgust.
She pushed him away, her tone cold as frost: "Mr. Monroe, please respect yourself and others. I don't appreciate people putting their hands on me."
Benjamin froze, unable to believe what he'd just heard.
"What did you call me? Mr. Monroe?"
She used to call him "Benjamin" or "honey" so lovingly.
Now she called him "Mr. Monroe."
It was like a knife stabbing into his heart—unbearably painful.
"What brings you here to find me, Mr. Monroe?"
Olivia sat down on a nearby sofa. Seeing the coldness in her eyes, Benjamin pressed his lips together, his voice hoarse.
"Liv, please come home with me. Stella and I are preparing to divorce. Believe me, there's nothing between us. I helped her only because she was my friend's wife, pregnant when her husband died—I just felt sorry for her. Nothing more than that."
Looking at the sincerity on his face, Olivia realized the man before her was completely rotten.
Even now, he was still trying to lie his way out.
"Benjamin, I'll give you one more chance. Do you really have no feelings for Stella? Did you really never sleep with her?"
Faced with her questioning, Benjamin felt guilty.
But afraid she wouldn't forgive him, he chose to lie again.
"Yes, Stella and I are completely innocent. Nothing happened between us."
The next second, Olivia took out her phone and showed him photos and videos of the two of them being intimate in their house.
"Benjamin, you truly disgust me."
Seeing the evidence, Benjamin completely panicked. He fell to his knees, grabbing Olivia's legs and begging for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry, Liv. Please forgive me! I was just temporarily bewitched—I never meant to sleep with her, it was just an accident. I promise, it won't happen again. When I go back, I'll divorce her immediately and never see her again."
"Really?" Olivia raised an eyebrow. "What about her child? Isn't she your daughter anymore? You'll never see her either?"
"If you don't want me to see her, I won't. I won't see anyone. From now on, I'll only love you and our baby wholeheartedly, okay?"
Olivia found Benjamin's words laughable.
She took a deep breath and said calmly: "It's too late, Benjamin. When I loved you, I could forgive anything. But now, I don't love you anymore. So your affairs are none of my business. As for you and Stella, do whatever you want—I can't control it, and I won't try anymore!"
With that, she stood to leave. Benjamin stumbled to his feet, blocking her path.
"Don't do this, Liv. The baby isn't born yet—he can't be without a father!"
Olivia looked at the man before her, feeling no attachment whatsoever.
"The baby is gone."
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