The Ex-Wife They Begged To Keep - Chapter 89: Chapter 89
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Leon shook his head. "I'm not sure. But Frank checked, and Eliza takes Oliver to meet a man every day. A stranger!"
Victor paused, his gaze fixed on Leon's small face before narrowing slightly. He couldn't quite believe it. "Leon, stop making things up. Why would Ellie take Oliver to meet some stranger?"
"If you don't believe me, I'll show you tomorrow. You'll see for yourself!" Leon's face flushed with a mixture of urgency and frustration.
Victor studied his son's serious expression. He had always trusted Eliza and couldn't imagine her betraying him. Yet, Leon was well-behaved and sensible. He wouldn't fabricate something like this without reason.
After a brief silence, Victor nodded slowly. "Alright. I'll go with you tomorrow."
The next morning, around 11 AM, Victor and Leon sat quietly in the car, parked at the corner. They watched as Eliza, holding Oliver's hand, disappeared down a narrow alley.
Leon crouched by the car window, whispering urgently, "Dad, hurry up, or we'll lose them again."
"Sit back," Victor said, eyes fixed on the alley's entrance. He hadn't expected Eliza to actually bring Oliver out that day. Starting the engine, he followed at a cautious distance.
Even with the evidence right in front of him, something didn't sit right. A part of him still wondered if there had been some misunderstanding.
Perhaps she was simply taking Oliver for a walk or running errands.
The two of them trailed behind, keeping their distance, as they saw Eliza and Oliver meet Luther Foster. The trio strolled into a park, chatting and laughing. Victor clenched the steering wheel, watching them with a growing sense of disbelief.
He fumed, 'How could this happen? How could Ellie do this behind my back?' Anger surged within him, and he slammed his fist on the steering wheel.
He got out of the car, and Leon quickly followed, his voice almost a whisper, "I told you."
They hid behind a large tree, keeping their distance. Luther was holding a soda, playfully teasing Oliver, who laughed with delight.
Oliver took the soda, sipping it slowly.
He looked up at Luther and asked, "Dad, last time I took Leon's favorite picture book and tore it. He even got scolded by Mr. Powell. Do you think he's silly?"
"My son is the clever one. Leon could never outsmart you," Luther replied with a grin.
Oliver puffed up his chest, feeling proud. He continued drinking his soda, the glug sound echoing with each sip. "Hmph, his dad's silly too. Every time I pick on Leon, he doesn't notice but still scolds him. Isn't that funny?"
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Eliza sat nervously on a nearby bench, glancing around occasionally.
She tugged at a loose strand of hair and instinctively pulled at her shirt's hem.
"We need to get going. It's late," she said, reaching for Oliver's hand.
But Luther, still holding Oliver, twirled him around once more. "Why the rush? I'm not done playing with my son."
Oliver giggled as he spun.
Eliza's face tightened. "Luther, enough. We really have to leave. Victor might start suspecting something."
Reluctantly, Luther set Oliver down and pulled a crumpled bill from his pocket, handing it to the boy. "Alright, take this, sweetheart. Go buy yourself something nice."
Oliver eagerly accepted the money and ran toward the convenience store. After watching him go, Eliza slowly turned back to face Luther.
"I send you money every month, as agreed," she said quietly. "But keep your mouth shut. Don't let Victor find out about us."
Luther shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't worry. As long as you pay me, I won't say a word."
Eliza gave him a brief nod and turned toward the store. Victor, hidden behind the tree, had seen everything.
It felt as though the blood in his veins had turned to ice.
'How could this happen?' he thought, his mind racing. 'She's been lying to me all along!'
Leon, noticing his father's pale expression, became concerned. "Dad, what's wrong?"
Victor knelt down and forced a smile, one more painful than tears. "It's nothing. Let's just go home." He picked Leon up, holding him close, and quickly walked away.
Eliza walked into Powell Villa with Oliver, only to find Victor sitting in the living room, his face clouded with anger. "Vic, why aren't you at work today?" she asked.
A sudden wave of unease swept through Eliza. 'Does he know?' she wondered. 'No, he should have been at the office. Why is he here?'
Victor didn't respond. He simply stared at her, his gaze cold and piercing, sending a chill down her spine.
"What's wrong?" Eliza asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Victor pulled an envelope from his pocket and tossed it onto the coffee table. "Take a look!"
Eliza's hands trembled as she opened the envelope. Inside, she found a stack of photos. Each one captured a moment of her meeting Luther at the park, with Oliver in tow. Every image showed her interacting with Luther in ways that made her blood run cold.
Eliza's face drained of color, and she sank into the sofa, her lips quivering as she struggled to speak.
Victor observed her reaction, once again feeling the disgust that had slowly replaced the admiration he once had for her.
"Care to explain what this is about?" His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with frustration.
"I..." Eliza opened her mouth but found herself speechless.
"Say something!" Victor slammed his hand down on the table, his anger rising.
The sudden force startled Eliza, and tears sprang to her eyes. Her body shook uncontrollably, and her legs gave way. She collapsed before him, too weak to hold herself up.
Oliver, seeing his mother fall, stood frozen with fear. His small face turned pale, and he instinctively crept closer, trembling and too scared to make a sound.
Eliza clung to Victor's pants, her sobs wracking her body. "Vic, I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. I... I had no choice."
"No choice?" Victor's voice faltered for a moment, the words sinking in. 'What if I've misunderstood her?' he thought.
"Tell me what happened," he asked, trying to remain calm.
"Vic, I swear, I had no choice! It was Luther. He forced me!" Eliza's voice broke, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "He threatened me. I was terrified."
Victor's heart wavered as he watched her, trembling on the floor at his feet. He had never seen her like this, so broken and vulnerable.
"After Luther forced me to marry him, he began hitting me," Eliza sobbed, her voice trembling with pain. "I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran with Oliver. But he threatened to kill us both if I went to the police..."
Victor's chest tightened as he absorbed her words. She had fallen so low, so completely lost in fear. The anger inside him struggled with a softer emotion.
"He hit you?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with disbelief.
Victor paused, his gaze fixed on Leon's small face before narrowing slightly. He couldn't quite believe it. "Leon, stop making things up. Why would Ellie take Oliver to meet some stranger?"
"If you don't believe me, I'll show you tomorrow. You'll see for yourself!" Leon's face flushed with a mixture of urgency and frustration.
Victor studied his son's serious expression. He had always trusted Eliza and couldn't imagine her betraying him. Yet, Leon was well-behaved and sensible. He wouldn't fabricate something like this without reason.
After a brief silence, Victor nodded slowly. "Alright. I'll go with you tomorrow."
The next morning, around 11 AM, Victor and Leon sat quietly in the car, parked at the corner. They watched as Eliza, holding Oliver's hand, disappeared down a narrow alley.
Leon crouched by the car window, whispering urgently, "Dad, hurry up, or we'll lose them again."
"Sit back," Victor said, eyes fixed on the alley's entrance. He hadn't expected Eliza to actually bring Oliver out that day. Starting the engine, he followed at a cautious distance.
Even with the evidence right in front of him, something didn't sit right. A part of him still wondered if there had been some misunderstanding.
Perhaps she was simply taking Oliver for a walk or running errands.
The two of them trailed behind, keeping their distance, as they saw Eliza and Oliver meet Luther Foster. The trio strolled into a park, chatting and laughing. Victor clenched the steering wheel, watching them with a growing sense of disbelief.
He fumed, 'How could this happen? How could Ellie do this behind my back?' Anger surged within him, and he slammed his fist on the steering wheel.
He got out of the car, and Leon quickly followed, his voice almost a whisper, "I told you."
They hid behind a large tree, keeping their distance. Luther was holding a soda, playfully teasing Oliver, who laughed with delight.
Oliver took the soda, sipping it slowly.
He looked up at Luther and asked, "Dad, last time I took Leon's favorite picture book and tore it. He even got scolded by Mr. Powell. Do you think he's silly?"
"My son is the clever one. Leon could never outsmart you," Luther replied with a grin.
Oliver puffed up his chest, feeling proud. He continued drinking his soda, the glug sound echoing with each sip. "Hmph, his dad's silly too. Every time I pick on Leon, he doesn't notice but still scolds him. Isn't that funny?"
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Eliza sat nervously on a nearby bench, glancing around occasionally.
She tugged at a loose strand of hair and instinctively pulled at her shirt's hem.
"We need to get going. It's late," she said, reaching for Oliver's hand.
But Luther, still holding Oliver, twirled him around once more. "Why the rush? I'm not done playing with my son."
Oliver giggled as he spun.
Eliza's face tightened. "Luther, enough. We really have to leave. Victor might start suspecting something."
Reluctantly, Luther set Oliver down and pulled a crumpled bill from his pocket, handing it to the boy. "Alright, take this, sweetheart. Go buy yourself something nice."
Oliver eagerly accepted the money and ran toward the convenience store. After watching him go, Eliza slowly turned back to face Luther.
"I send you money every month, as agreed," she said quietly. "But keep your mouth shut. Don't let Victor find out about us."
Luther shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't worry. As long as you pay me, I won't say a word."
Eliza gave him a brief nod and turned toward the store. Victor, hidden behind the tree, had seen everything.
It felt as though the blood in his veins had turned to ice.
'How could this happen?' he thought, his mind racing. 'She's been lying to me all along!'
Leon, noticing his father's pale expression, became concerned. "Dad, what's wrong?"
Victor knelt down and forced a smile, one more painful than tears. "It's nothing. Let's just go home." He picked Leon up, holding him close, and quickly walked away.
Eliza walked into Powell Villa with Oliver, only to find Victor sitting in the living room, his face clouded with anger. "Vic, why aren't you at work today?" she asked.
A sudden wave of unease swept through Eliza. 'Does he know?' she wondered. 'No, he should have been at the office. Why is he here?'
Victor didn't respond. He simply stared at her, his gaze cold and piercing, sending a chill down her spine.
"What's wrong?" Eliza asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Victor pulled an envelope from his pocket and tossed it onto the coffee table. "Take a look!"
Eliza's hands trembled as she opened the envelope. Inside, she found a stack of photos. Each one captured a moment of her meeting Luther at the park, with Oliver in tow. Every image showed her interacting with Luther in ways that made her blood run cold.
Eliza's face drained of color, and she sank into the sofa, her lips quivering as she struggled to speak.
Victor observed her reaction, once again feeling the disgust that had slowly replaced the admiration he once had for her.
"Care to explain what this is about?" His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with frustration.
"I..." Eliza opened her mouth but found herself speechless.
"Say something!" Victor slammed his hand down on the table, his anger rising.
The sudden force startled Eliza, and tears sprang to her eyes. Her body shook uncontrollably, and her legs gave way. She collapsed before him, too weak to hold herself up.
Oliver, seeing his mother fall, stood frozen with fear. His small face turned pale, and he instinctively crept closer, trembling and too scared to make a sound.
Eliza clung to Victor's pants, her sobs wracking her body. "Vic, I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. I... I had no choice."
"No choice?" Victor's voice faltered for a moment, the words sinking in. 'What if I've misunderstood her?' he thought.
"Tell me what happened," he asked, trying to remain calm.
"Vic, I swear, I had no choice! It was Luther. He forced me!" Eliza's voice broke, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "He threatened me. I was terrified."
Victor's heart wavered as he watched her, trembling on the floor at his feet. He had never seen her like this, so broken and vulnerable.
"After Luther forced me to marry him, he began hitting me," Eliza sobbed, her voice trembling with pain. "I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran with Oliver. But he threatened to kill us both if I went to the police..."
Victor's chest tightened as he absorbed her words. She had fallen so low, so completely lost in fear. The anger inside him struggled with a softer emotion.
"He hit you?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with disbelief.
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