His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 166: Chapter 166

I couldn't see Blake's expression, but my friends' mouths all hung open.
They wanted to ask but weren't sure if they should given the situation.
Blake pushed past Celeste and yanked me up from the couch.
Everyone held their breath.
"Aria, say that again. I dare you."
I looked at Celeste's hopeful face and pointed at her.
"Just like she wanted—I got married."
Yes, I was married. Three years ago.
When I still wasn't completely over Blake.
I married another man.
Now our daughter is already three years old.
"Aria, why did you marry someone else? What gave you the right to marry someone else?"
I shot back:
"Why couldn't I?"
He bit his lip, looking pitiful.
"You knew I had to give you up for my child. You knew that. Why couldn't you understand?"
Blake was almost in tears.
But I was laughing.
What he meant was—he could build a family with another woman, but I should wait for him forever.
I tried to shake off his grip on my wrist but couldn't.
A friend intervened, pulling us apart.
"Enough, Blake. Your wife and daughter are right here. Stop talking nonsense."
"Even if you don't care about anyone else, don't you care about your daughter?"
Late of that day, Blake grabbed my phone and re-added his account that I'd already blocked.
Before leaving, he said:
"If you delete me, I'll show up at your house."
Then he walked out without looking back.
I immediately blocked him again.
That night, Blake exploded at Celeste.
He smashed everything breakable in the house.
He was someone who kept his emotions buried deep, but now he couldn't hold back, pointing at Celeste and shouting:
"I'm not a prisoner! Can you stop using our daughter to blackmail me every day? Can't you just be Mrs. Harrison quietly?"
Blake took several deep breaths before calming down slightly.
"Celeste, if you can handle being Mrs. Harrison, then be it. If you can't, I can find someone else."
The woman seemed scared. She cried as she spoke:
"Blake, I just love you too much."
"Now that Miss Reed is back, you definitely want to be with her. I can step aside like I did three years ago."
Hearing that Celeste might leave, their daughter started crying again.
"Daddy, I want Mommy to stay! Don't make Mommy leave!"
Blake looked at the mother and daughter who only knew how to cry and manipulate him.
He was truly exhausted.
For the first time, he questioned his desire to be a good father.
He laughed bitterly, shaking his head, and stumbled upstairs.
He grabbed a bottle from the wine cabinet and started drinking recklessly.
Opening his phone, he saw photos of my daughter I'd posted in the group chat.
He wiped his eyes roughly.
That night, while Blake was drunk, Celeste quietly slipped into his bed.
Just like the night they betrayed me and conceived their daughter.
Blake frowned, holding the woman tight, calling out "Aria" over and over.
The woman held him back, responding:
"Blake, I'm Aria. I'm your Aria."
Their broken voices disappeared into the endless night.