My Husband's Intimate Game Rules - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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"I can't take this anymore! I refuse to share a roof with that woman!"
Lily Harrison's palm cracked against my cheek for the second time before she whirled toward Mason Reynolds, her eyes swimming with crocodile tears. "What am I supposed to do when I give birth to your son? When I'm your loyal wife? What happens when my parents walk in and see her here? The whole world knows she's your wife! Where does that leave me?"
Mason's lips curled into a cold sneer. "Then what do you propose?"
Even Tiffany Grant turned her glare on Lily, her expression sharp as a blade.
"Divorce her! Throw her out—without a single penny!" Lily jabbed a finger in my face. "Listen up, Diana Collins—pack your bags and file for divorce today. And don't you dare ask for a dime, or my husband will expose every dirty secret your parents ever buried and destroy them!"
I knew she was greedy, but this? She was delusional.
I stayed silent, my gaze locked on Mason. In his hands was a document—likely the paternity test results.
"Sit. Down." Mason's voice was steel.
Lily turned away with a dramatic huff.
"I said sit!" His roar shook the room.
She flinched, clutching her stomach. "You'll scare the baby!"
"SIT THE HELL DOWN!" His eyes bulged, veins throbbing at his temples.
Lily shuddered, shooting him a venomous look before collapsing onto the couch. Tears spilled over, as if she were the victim of some unspeakable cruelty.
When she caught my icy smirk, her glare burned with pure hatred.
Mason stepped closer, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Lily Harrison... who's the real father of that baby?"
Her head snapped up, face twisted in outrage. "Mason Reynolds, what the hell are you accusing me of?"
"Answer me. Whose. Child. Is it?" His eyes were bloodshot, his expression feral—like a rabid animal ready to tear her apart.
Even I felt the chill and instinctively stepped back.
Lily burst into hysterical sobs, lunging at him. "You bastard! I dropped out of college for you! I'm carrying your child, and this is how you repay me? You—"
SMACK! His palm struck her cheek, silencing her mid-scream.
He slammed the document onto the coffee table so hard the teacups rattled. "Read it, you lying whore!"
Lily froze. "You... you had a paternity test done behind my back?"
"Wasn't it necessary?"
Tiffany, silent until now, swiped through her phone with a smirk. "Take a look at these. You in cars, parks, even dorms... with other men."
Lily shrieked, leaping up. "These are fake! All fake! Tiffany, I treated you like a sister, and you betray me like this? I'll kill you!"
She lunged, slapping Tiffany hard across the face.
Tiffany cried out, crashing to the floor. Clutching her stomach, she gasped in pain. "Ah! It hurts... Mason, I just had surgery... I was supposed to recover—to give you a child—"
A dark pool of blood spread beneath her.
My pulse spiked. "Tiffany's bleeding! She could die!"
Tiffany's glare was pure venom. "Lily Harrison, you soulless monster! That baby isn't even Mason's, and now you've ruined my chance to ever carry his child!"
Mason snapped.
With a roar, he grabbed Lily and hurled her to the ground, fists flying. Blind with rage, he kicked, punched, stomped—until his hands weren't enough.
Then he grabbed the stone tea tray and smashed it into her.
Within minutes, Lily was a bloodied, screaming wreck, her cries echoing through the room...
Lily Harrison's palm cracked against my cheek for the second time before she whirled toward Mason Reynolds, her eyes swimming with crocodile tears. "What am I supposed to do when I give birth to your son? When I'm your loyal wife? What happens when my parents walk in and see her here? The whole world knows she's your wife! Where does that leave me?"
Mason's lips curled into a cold sneer. "Then what do you propose?"
Even Tiffany Grant turned her glare on Lily, her expression sharp as a blade.
"Divorce her! Throw her out—without a single penny!" Lily jabbed a finger in my face. "Listen up, Diana Collins—pack your bags and file for divorce today. And don't you dare ask for a dime, or my husband will expose every dirty secret your parents ever buried and destroy them!"
I knew she was greedy, but this? She was delusional.
I stayed silent, my gaze locked on Mason. In his hands was a document—likely the paternity test results.
"Sit. Down." Mason's voice was steel.
Lily turned away with a dramatic huff.
"I said sit!" His roar shook the room.
She flinched, clutching her stomach. "You'll scare the baby!"
"SIT THE HELL DOWN!" His eyes bulged, veins throbbing at his temples.
Lily shuddered, shooting him a venomous look before collapsing onto the couch. Tears spilled over, as if she were the victim of some unspeakable cruelty.
When she caught my icy smirk, her glare burned with pure hatred.
Mason stepped closer, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Lily Harrison... who's the real father of that baby?"
Her head snapped up, face twisted in outrage. "Mason Reynolds, what the hell are you accusing me of?"
"Answer me. Whose. Child. Is it?" His eyes were bloodshot, his expression feral—like a rabid animal ready to tear her apart.
Even I felt the chill and instinctively stepped back.
Lily burst into hysterical sobs, lunging at him. "You bastard! I dropped out of college for you! I'm carrying your child, and this is how you repay me? You—"
SMACK! His palm struck her cheek, silencing her mid-scream.
He slammed the document onto the coffee table so hard the teacups rattled. "Read it, you lying whore!"
Lily froze. "You... you had a paternity test done behind my back?"
"Wasn't it necessary?"
Tiffany, silent until now, swiped through her phone with a smirk. "Take a look at these. You in cars, parks, even dorms... with other men."
Lily shrieked, leaping up. "These are fake! All fake! Tiffany, I treated you like a sister, and you betray me like this? I'll kill you!"
She lunged, slapping Tiffany hard across the face.
Tiffany cried out, crashing to the floor. Clutching her stomach, she gasped in pain. "Ah! It hurts... Mason, I just had surgery... I was supposed to recover—to give you a child—"
A dark pool of blood spread beneath her.
My pulse spiked. "Tiffany's bleeding! She could die!"
Tiffany's glare was pure venom. "Lily Harrison, you soulless monster! That baby isn't even Mason's, and now you've ruined my chance to ever carry his child!"
Mason snapped.
With a roar, he grabbed Lily and hurled her to the ground, fists flying. Blind with rage, he kicked, punched, stomped—until his hands weren't enough.
Then he grabbed the stone tea tray and smashed it into her.
Within minutes, Lily was a bloodied, screaming wreck, her cries echoing through the room...
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