Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 62: Chapter 62

My pupils shrank, my face pale as I stood frozen in the hallway.
The noisy crowd pressed in, and I wandered to the rooftop, the nurse’s words echoing in my ears.
The fifteenth of last month—the day I asked Elon for a divorce, the day he locked me in the room, not even letting me out of bed.
He trapped me in that tiny apartment, and I never got to see grandpa one last time.
An anonymous video appeared on my phone—a strange private room.
I clutched my pregnant belly, sprawled on the floor, covered in fish soup, while Elon sat coldly at the head of the table.
A foot, wearing a single shoe, was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Elon, gaunt and tired in his tailored suit, knelt before me, trying to put the shoe back on.
"Emma, can we go home now?"
His face tense, he gripped my waist, trying to pull me from the edge.
I kicked off the shoe, stepping on his shoulder to push him away.
The unfamiliar look in my eyes made him uneasy.
"Emma, let’s go home and talk, okay?"
Even now, he tried to sell me his lies.
I looked at his obsessive expression and felt only irony.
When I loved him, he treated me like trash.
Now that I wanted to leave, he schemed, coaxed, even drugged me.
I raised my hand, removed the wedding ring, and threw it off the building.
"Who are you fooling, Elon? What do I have to do with you?"
"Even if I lost my memory, I’d never love someone like you."