Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 71 Something Fishy

Damn woman!

It was abominable to peek at his diary!

Calvin was annoyed. This woman must have seen what he had written in his diary and knew that the

man standing in the dark that night was him.

In an instant the dark side of his heart all exposed to her, leaving him in a state of wretchedness and Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

bereft of dignity.

This woman really doesn't have even basic respect. Doesn't she understand that other people's privacy

is not to be peeked at? She couldn't stay any longer! He stood up indignantly, saying coldly, "Go away,

as far away as you can, and never let me see you again, you despicable woman."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he flung the door open and stormed out in a fury.

The room returned to a dead silence, Belle's mind went blank. Why would this happen? Why would

God do this to her? Her heart ached, sore for she was an impure woman.

The thought haunted her, soaking into the marrow of her bones. Shivering, she packed up her things

and left the place with determination. Originally, she had the plan to move out, well, now she could

leave decisively.

The autumn wind was howling, sweeping through the streets. The pedestrians were all in a hurry

running towards their homes, but she was afraid to go home to face her mother. She had not found a

place yet, so at this moment she had nowhere to go.

Her father's death had left her with a broken heart, but was there anything she could do? At this

moment, she realised that there was nothing she could do. Even if she knew that Calvin was behind

the scene, so what? Now the evidence was all destroyed. He took her to the island was to tell her that

she should stop doing anything useless. The evidence had been destroyed by him, and the truth would

never come out.

All her efforts were to no avail except to invite more rough treatment from him, more relentless taunts.

As she was walking down the street, she was pushed and almost fell over. In a hurry, she held on a

tree trunk at the roadside and lifted her confused head, only to see a hospital in front of her.

In her mind she remembered that day after her wedding night, she woke up with pain through her body,

no one caring for her. The pain intensified in the afternoon, the stabbing pain between her legs was so

bad she couldn't walk, so she could come to this hospital quietly and alone.

"Miss, you must exercise restraint in the future when you're having sex, don't just want that momentary

pleasure, look, it's all cracked, you must get stitches or the wound will become inflamed." The attending

doctor said in a serious voice, "Bear with it, it will hurt." After saying this, he shook his head again and

muttered, "Hey! Young people nowadays know too little about moderation."

The look of displeasure on the attending doctor's face is still vivid in her mind.

That day she lay on the cold operating table, biting her lip, fishy red blood flowing from the corner of her

mouth, as the sharp needle tip penetrated her body, bringing her not only physical pain, but also the

bone-deep grief buried in her heart!

She had a total of five stitches that day!

Belle thought of something, she had got five stitches and her wounds had been torn open, how could

there have been no blood? But the sheets she woke up on that day were white and clean, there was no

blood visible, not even a stain, how was this possible?

No, there's something fishy about this, there has to be some kind of misunderstanding!

She had a splitting headache, but her heart leapt with certainty, there must be blood. She was a virgin,

how could there be no blood?

She cried out, her body slackening in strength.

Calvin and she both know about physiology, they are both modern youths, they would not care about

this. Besides, Calvin had many women around him. If after losing her chastity, there is no place for

women, what should those women do?

Men were always so selfish and unreasonable, and Belle had never felt so fed up with this notion of

inequality towards women.

What has she gained after being back in A City for so long? There is no more evidence of her father's

death, and she has no longer anything other than physically and mentally scarred.

She was too overestimated her own ability, in fact, there was really nothing she could do, and she

completely gave up on Calvin!

She thought it was time to leave, to take her mother and get out of here!

Since her father had gone, let him rest in peace!

She reached for her mobile phone in her bag, but she was shocked to find it empty. She had obviously

brought her with her when she was out, but it was missing now.

It must have been just now, someone had pushed her and she was so disoriented that her things were

snatched away by the thief.

The corners of her mouth were uncontrollable bitter smiles, could there be anyone more unlucky than

her! She was already penniless!

Bewildered, she looked up and saw a row of shops along the street. She went from house to house

and found a kindly stallholder who lent her his phone.

She was holding the phone with her hands shaking!

In fact, she didn't know who to call, all she had in her head at the time was a string of phone numbers,

and when she dialed, there was a warm male voice came from the phone.

Rhys’ voice was always so warm to her.

"Belle, what's wrong? Where are you?" As she uttered a word, Ryhs recognised her and asked with

concern.

Belle felt warm in her heart. In a sea of people, only he was ever so understanding and caring for her.

She thought this was the best comfort God had given her, without Rhys around her, she could go

through all the difficulties, she should be grateful.

Within minutes of putting down the phone, Rhys' Rolls-Royce drove over.

When Rhys appeared in front of her, she seemed to be in a dreamy, delirious trance.

"Belle." Rhys was stunned by the woman in front of him, her hair draped over her shoulders, her gaze

dull, and her eyes empty. She stared blankly at him, and the light in her eyes terrified him! Fear,

loneliness, resignation could be seen in her eyes.

What kind of situation does a woman have to be in to look like that? He had known that day that she

had passed out in the cave, and that a helicopter had later taken her away.

Calvin, you bastard! He cursed in his heart, how could you be so cruel to a woman who loves you!

What made him even more confused was why Belle had to stay at Harvey Corp and by his side? Was it

just because she loved him? But every time he saw her aggrieved and pained eyes, he couldn't bear to

ask anything!

She has already created so much value for Harvey Corp, and he is still not satisfied, he still cruelly

bullies a weak woman. He could not figure out why Belle was so infatuated with a bastard man like

that.

The value of Belle is not understood by others, but he understands it very well; he wants to protect her

and will not allow others to bully her.

"Rhys, please, please help my mother get her passport done, I want to get out of here." Belle said with

a pale face and tears falling like rain as she looked at him pitifully.

Rhys’ heart was like being turned. Why didn't she see the truth earlier, only to come to her senses

when she got her feeling hurt?

With a sigh, he lovingly took her into his arms, wiped the tears from her face, nodded and embraced

her as he walked towards the car.

On a silent autumn night with a cold wind howling, Belle sat on the leather sofa in the living room of the

townhouse, looking sad and despondent. Rhys, wearing a loose white jumper and casual trousers,

walked over with a box of coffee beans in his hand.

"Belle, I'll make the coffee." He smiled faintly.

"Okay." Belle smiled happily, "Rhys, I'll play the piano for you!"

She knew that Rhys had a hobby of listening to her play the piano while drinking coffee. Listening to

the beautiful music and tasting the coffee, he would smile charmingly and would be intoxicated, falling

into a state of hedonistic relaxation.

Like Calvin, Rhys is a refined man with a high standard of living. If Calvin is like a diamond, then Rhys

is definitely a fine piece of ancient jade, which is elegant and pleasing to the eye.

"Yes, it's a great pleasure." With a soothing smile and a longing face, Rhys took a seat at the coffee

machine.

Belle's delicate fingers leapt on the piano, the beautiful music pouring out freely. Rhys sipped his

coffee, intoxicated, his eyes fluttering.

Such a beautiful piano cannot be practiced overnight, she plays the piano different from the average

person, even far more moving than the average music master, the connotation is also rich. Her notes

carried with simple and unadorned feelings, fresh and elegant, drilled into the mind, and then bit to

devour heart, sin the soul, provoke a person full of love for beautiful things.

He loved such piano music and imagined a wonderful woman like Belle. It was enough to sit and

admire her quietly without having to possess her, a heightened level of thought that was completely

incomparable to worldly love.

Therefore, his love for Belle was noble, coming from his heart, without even a trace of filth, and he

thought that even the slightest thought of that kind would defile her pure heart.