Amara stood there dressed in my pajamas, arms folded, looking annoyed as she asked me. “What did you come here for?”
Before I could even ask her anything, Adriel happened to return. He quickly pulled Amara behind him in a guarding way and explained, “Azalea, don’t think too much. After Amara became pregnant, she hasn’t been sleeping well, so I let her stay here at the villa.”
“Besides, the rental near the hospital hasn’t ended yet. You can stay there a little longer for the time being. After the baby is born and we get our marriage papers, you can move back.”
I said with shock, “I also paid half of the money for this home. What right do you have to let her live here without asking me? And what right do you have to decide so easily when I can come or leave?”
In truth, the villa in this area costs much more than Adriel believed.
My father didn’t want me to suffer, so he had already paid eighty percent of the total price in advance.
On the surface, Adriel and I each paid half to purchase it.
Adriel looked away with a guilty face, and in the next moment, Amara was already yelling with a proud tone.
“That’s because the house papers have my name and my brother’s name on them!”
“I only didn’t have security throw you out because of my brother!”
I stared at Adriel in shock. Only then did he explain, clearly unwilling.
“Amara grew up with me. She’s basically part of my family. She won’t be getting married later and still has to raise a child. I’m the child’s dad, so I need to give her some protection.”
“Anyway, you and I will get married sooner or later. No matter what happens, I won’t leave you. Does whose name is on the house really matter more than what we have?”
Seeing the twisted logic of the man standing in front of me, I almost couldn’t recognize him.
I had once thought Adriel just didn’t love me that much. I never thought that even the small bit of feeling left had long been replaced by careful planning.
Was this really the man I bent myself to love for ten years?
Not worth it, truly not worth it.
When he saw my eyes turn red, Adriel looked uneasy and, without thinking, took out a cigarette and lit it. After noticing that Amara was still pregnant, he quickly stepped away and put it out.
Using that moment, Amara walked over and jabbed my shoulder hard with her finger.
“I’m really tired of women like you, always complaining and picking at things! My brother is willing to take care of me. What does that have to do with you?”
“If you have any sense, hurry up and leave!”
Just as I lifted my hand to knock hers away, she suddenly used both hands to shove me with force, pushing me straight into the man-made lake nearby.
Hearing the sound, Adriel hurried back. Amara spread her hands with a careless look.
“I didn’t touch her.”
Adriel slowed his rushed steps, his eyes turning cool as he watched me struggle in the water.
“That’s enough, stop acting. Amara isn’t the kind of person who pulls fake sympathy acts.”
“Stop using such awkward tricks to get pity. Get out by yourself!”
Water rushed into my mouth, and my legs began to cramp. “It was her! Help… help me!”
Noticing something felt off, Adriel panicked a bit, reaching out as if to pull me up.
But Amara suddenly grabbed her belly and cried loudly, “Adriel, the baby feels like kicking me. I’m hurting so badly!”
Adriel paused for only a brief second before firmly turning back and lifting Amara into his arms, carrying her toward the villa.
With a heavy crash, the door slammed shut, as if it closed off my chance to survive.
I had no idea how long I struggled. Just as my consciousness was nearly fading away, a strong pair of hands finally pulled me out of the water.
When my eyes opened, I saw a familiar yet barely known face.
“Azalea, how did you end up looking this terrible?”
Arden Aguirre shrugged off his coat and covered it over me. His movements were polite, but his look and tone were still teasing and hard to control, like when he used to fight me.
I coughed hard, spitting out several mouthfuls of water, and asked him, “Why did you suddenly show up here?”
