He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 91: Chapter 91
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The bed was a complete mess—black stockings and men's clothes scattered everywhere, plus some weird mood lighting by the nightstand that definitely hadn't been there before.
The air was thick with that unmistakable smell.
I couldn't help myself—I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I'd eaten for breakfast.
When I finally pulled myself together, I noticed my skincare products on the vanity had been used.
I had tons of products on that vanity, but there was one that caught my eye—a high-end "pregnancy safe" moisturizer I'd barely touched since opening it.
Now it was almost empty.
I thought about Maria, who I'd just seen earlier—her face had this obvious dewy glow to it.
I couldn't help but feel suspicious, so I confronted her with the product right there.
"You used it?"
Maria's eyes darted around, and she shook her head frantically.
"Why would I use your stuff? I have my own skincare routine."
I stared at her face, that terrible suspicion growing stronger.
I heard Ryan coming through the front door.
When he saw me, he looked relieved and tried to take my hand.
"Where have you been the past few days? I looked everywhere for you."
"You're still pregnant—if you're mad at me, fine, but don't hurt yourself or the baby."
Of course he had no idea our baby was already gone.
All the gentleness I'd once shown him had become a weapon he could use against me.
He probably never imagined I'd actually go through with the abortion.
"Ryan, don't ruin my appetite. I'm here to get my stuff, not to star in some trashy soap opera with you."
He started to say something, then frowned at the two bodyguards behind me.
"Why do you need security just to come home?"
I walked over to the safe and opened it, pulling out everything that belonged to me.
Stacks of property deeds and financial documents.
Seeing what I was doing, Maria's face went red with panic.
"Put that stuff down right now!"
When I ignored her, she actually tried to rush over and grab them.
My bodyguards stopped her instantly.
I smiled. "See? Good thing I brought backup."
Ryan looked pissed.
"Elena, make them leave. This is between us—what will people think?"
"Oh, now you care what people think? After you brought Maria to that charity gala, no amount of damage control is going to fix your reputation."
Maria seemed to have hit a nerve and quickly stood up.
"You can't keep using me to hurt him! And you definitely can't just steal marital assets like this! What you're doing is illegal!"
I gave her a mocking smile.
"Guess you didn't get the memo—none of this stuff has anything to do with him. It's all mine."
"Including this house you're standing in. I bought it."
Maria's face turned green as she positioned herself in front of Ryan, clearly not buying it.
"Ryan isn't some kept man! You can't just make up lies to tear him down—you're just trying to transfer your assets!"
She tried to lunge for the documents again, but my security held her back.
I looked at every single detail in the room, completely ignoring her.
The succulents I'd watered every morning for months had finally bloomed on the windowsill.
The purple bedding I'd loved because he once said the color looked beautiful on me.
On the photo wall hung spontaneous shots of the two of us together, with the man who had knelt before me during his proposal, his eyes full of love.
The love diary in the glass display case, the custom couple's outfits in the wardrobe.
Everything, absolutely everything, was evidence of how deeply I had once loved him.
Now it all just made me look like the biggest fool alive.
I calmly surveyed the scene, ignoring their stares, and clapped my hands.
A team of people filed in, each carrying a container of liquid.
When they started pouring it on the curtains, the sharp smell hit my nose.
Both Ryan and Maria went pale.
"Elena, you've lost your mind! That's gasoline! What are you doing?!"
They tried to grab the containers, but my people held them back effortlessly.
I said calmly, "This place is contaminated. Might as well burn it clean."
Ryan looked ready to explode, Maria was screaming.
I waved my hand, and flames erupted everywhere the gasoline had been poured.
The fire consumed everything in seconds.
Behind me, I could hear Ryan roaring in rage.
I started laughing, but tears began rolling down my cheeks.
Then I turned and walked away from it all.
The air was thick with that unmistakable smell.
I couldn't help myself—I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I'd eaten for breakfast.
When I finally pulled myself together, I noticed my skincare products on the vanity had been used.
I had tons of products on that vanity, but there was one that caught my eye—a high-end "pregnancy safe" moisturizer I'd barely touched since opening it.
Now it was almost empty.
I thought about Maria, who I'd just seen earlier—her face had this obvious dewy glow to it.
I couldn't help but feel suspicious, so I confronted her with the product right there.
"You used it?"
Maria's eyes darted around, and she shook her head frantically.
"Why would I use your stuff? I have my own skincare routine."
I stared at her face, that terrible suspicion growing stronger.
I heard Ryan coming through the front door.
When he saw me, he looked relieved and tried to take my hand.
"Where have you been the past few days? I looked everywhere for you."
"You're still pregnant—if you're mad at me, fine, but don't hurt yourself or the baby."
Of course he had no idea our baby was already gone.
All the gentleness I'd once shown him had become a weapon he could use against me.
He probably never imagined I'd actually go through with the abortion.
"Ryan, don't ruin my appetite. I'm here to get my stuff, not to star in some trashy soap opera with you."
He started to say something, then frowned at the two bodyguards behind me.
"Why do you need security just to come home?"
I walked over to the safe and opened it, pulling out everything that belonged to me.
Stacks of property deeds and financial documents.
Seeing what I was doing, Maria's face went red with panic.
"Put that stuff down right now!"
When I ignored her, she actually tried to rush over and grab them.
My bodyguards stopped her instantly.
I smiled. "See? Good thing I brought backup."
Ryan looked pissed.
"Elena, make them leave. This is between us—what will people think?"
"Oh, now you care what people think? After you brought Maria to that charity gala, no amount of damage control is going to fix your reputation."
Maria seemed to have hit a nerve and quickly stood up.
"You can't keep using me to hurt him! And you definitely can't just steal marital assets like this! What you're doing is illegal!"
I gave her a mocking smile.
"Guess you didn't get the memo—none of this stuff has anything to do with him. It's all mine."
"Including this house you're standing in. I bought it."
Maria's face turned green as she positioned herself in front of Ryan, clearly not buying it.
"Ryan isn't some kept man! You can't just make up lies to tear him down—you're just trying to transfer your assets!"
She tried to lunge for the documents again, but my security held her back.
I looked at every single detail in the room, completely ignoring her.
The succulents I'd watered every morning for months had finally bloomed on the windowsill.
The purple bedding I'd loved because he once said the color looked beautiful on me.
On the photo wall hung spontaneous shots of the two of us together, with the man who had knelt before me during his proposal, his eyes full of love.
The love diary in the glass display case, the custom couple's outfits in the wardrobe.
Everything, absolutely everything, was evidence of how deeply I had once loved him.
Now it all just made me look like the biggest fool alive.
I calmly surveyed the scene, ignoring their stares, and clapped my hands.
A team of people filed in, each carrying a container of liquid.
When they started pouring it on the curtains, the sharp smell hit my nose.
Both Ryan and Maria went pale.
"Elena, you've lost your mind! That's gasoline! What are you doing?!"
They tried to grab the containers, but my people held them back effortlessly.
I said calmly, "This place is contaminated. Might as well burn it clean."
Ryan looked ready to explode, Maria was screaming.
I waved my hand, and flames erupted everywhere the gasoline had been poured.
The fire consumed everything in seconds.
Behind me, I could hear Ryan roaring in rage.
I started laughing, but tears began rolling down my cheeks.
Then I turned and walked away from it all.
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