Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 90: Chapter 90

The man was dressed in black, radiating menace, striding toward us with large steps. Without hesitation, he entered the water and pulled me up.
I had choked on several mouthfuls of seawater, my whole body so weak I was about to lose all strength. I coughed violently, unable even to stand steady. My face was deathly pale - I knew I must look extremely disheveled.
He clicked his tongue, his sharp eyes showing coldness: "The moment you leave me, you get bullied like this?"
I was still coughing non-stop, unable to speak a complete sentence.
He narrowed his eyes, scooped me up horizontally, his gaze cold as a knife: "What are you standing around for? Teach them a lesson."
As his words fell, several subordinates from the helicopter immediately surrounded Arnold and Victoria.
The air instantly became frozen, filled with killing intent.
Victoria panicked and hid behind Arnold, gripping his clothes tightly: "Arnold, they... who are they?"
Arnold looked grimly at the man holding me, his gaze icy, showing no intention of backing down.
I could feel myself leaning against the man's chest. His embrace was steady and warm, his arms holding me tightly as if protecting me from all his hostility. One of my hands naturally rested on his shoulder without any intention of avoiding him.
Our familiarity made Arnold's expression change instantly.
He narrowed his eyes, a murderous aura rising from him. Even Victoria was frightened into trembling, her voice starting to shake: "Arnold? What... what's wrong with you?"
In the distance, Neil quickly approached with his men. Seeing the situation, they immediately took a confrontational stance.
"Sir, they are..."
But Arnold paid no attention to these people's background, only staring at me being held in another man's arms, speaking coldly: "Let her go. She's my wife."
Hearing this, Dominic laughed lowly, scoffing: "What are you barking about?"
He held me tighter, his coldness mixed with mockery: "Your wife? Are you worthy?"
Hearing this in his arms, my heart shook, and the grievance in my heart could no longer be held back.
"She's been mine for a long time," Dominic continued, his gaze sharp enough to cut through air. "Your wife? You're worthy?"
Arnold's face became frighteningly dark, his brow furrowed tightly, the cold aura around him growing stronger.
He had of course suspected that there was a mysterious man helping me. Now, he finally met him.
The way we stood together undoubtedly confirmed all his suspicions.
I knew what he was thinking.
He was wondering if we had been together long ago. If my insistence on divorce was because of this man.
I leaned in Dominic's arms, finally catching my breath, but still coughing continuously. My throat and chest felt torn and painful.
More than my body, my heart hurt more.
The moment Arnold threw me into the sea, I truly... gave up hope.
"Dominic," I called his name weakly.
He looked down at me: "Feeling better?"
I nodded weakly.
"Still have strength? I'll get revenge for you." His voice was low and cold, killing intent hidden in every word.
I bit my lip, forcing myself to nod, but my body hadn't recovered yet. The coughing came in waves, even making my stomach ache.
I closed my eyes, forcing back tears, but ultimately couldn't control them. Tears rolled down.
"Let's go. I don't want to see them," I said in a low, hoarse voice unlike my own.
"Go?" Dominic's eyes narrowed, his murderous aura intensifying. "How can that work? Even my dog couldn't suffer such grievance, let alone someone I care about."
I was startled, tears almost unstoppable.
Just then, Victoria’s voice floated over, deliberately soft: “Sir, do you think there’s some misunderstanding? Paisley and I are friends. She has a bad temper—she was the one who went too far first. Arnold was just standing up for me.”
Dominic raised an eyebrow, his cold gaze slicing across her feigned “fragile” face. “Oh? So you think... she deserved it?”
A flicker of triumph crossed Victoria’s features. She truly believed Dominic would take her side.
Chin lifted, she cooed, “Paisley was a bit impulsive just now, but I’ve decided not to hold it against her. After all, we’re friends.”
I nearly laughed out loud.
Dominic laughed too, a sound as sharp and cold as a blade. “How... generous of you.”
Victoria smiled complacently, pressing her lips together. “I’ve never been one to nitpick, unlike Paisley—”
“Her temper is indeed bad,” Dominic cut her off, his tone turning suddenly menacing. “But do you know... mine is far worse.”
“What?” Victoria froze, uncomprehending.
Dominic gently passed me to a subordinate nearby, and I was helped to my feet.
He himself slowly unbuttoned the cuffs of his black shirt, movements lazy yet tinged with danger.
Then he crooked a finger, beckoning to Victoria.
Still unaware of the danger, Victoria even thought he’d taken an interest in her. She smiled and stepped forward.
But Dominic spoke flatly: “You say you’re not holding it against her, but me... I intend to settle this properly with you.”