Chapter 3
i wiped wwwy my tears and gazed out of the window at the gray sky.
Maybe the only relief was that both Elliott and I were finally free.
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As I pondered, Elliott’s call came through.
“Daniella, did you go crying to Grandpa again? You ruined my night with Joanna.”
“I’m warning you if you pull something like this again, I will cut off your credit card!”
If this had been before, I would’ve been humbly apologizing, trying to explain, doing everything I could to
earn his forgiveness,
But now, I just replied coldly,
“Do whatever you want.”
Elliott was taken aback by my indifference, but quickly sneered.
“I heard you gave birth. Having a child really gives you some backbone, huh?”
“But don’t forget, I’m the Stone family heir. As long as you’re still in the Stone family, I’ll have plenty of ways to make your life hell.”
I closed my eyes.
I had seen Elliott’s methods before.
The first time I caught him cheating, I naively went to Elliott’s grandfather to seek justice.
But all I got in return was his twisted revenge.
He used my mom to threaten me, forcing me to kneel on the freezing cold balcony, slapping myself over
and over again.
That night, I listened to him and his lover making love, their voices echoing through the house, while I shivered until I passed out.
By the time morning came, my face was swollen, my body frostbitten and I was sent to the hospital.
That was the night the last of my love for him died in the snow.
Roaring His Child Burving My Heart
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Chapter 3
From then on, no matter what outrageous things Elliott did, I pretended not to see.
I silently endured every humiliation and every insult he did, holding onto the title of Mrs. Stone.
But now, my mom was gone.
My child died too.
This sham of a marriage was finally over.
I hung up the phone coldly.
Then I got up and contacted a friend at the funeral home to schedule the cremation time.
When I returned to my hospital room, I saw Elliott standing at the door.
He frowned as he looked at me, then sneered.
“Why don’t you keep pretending to be pathetic?”
He crossed his arms and scanned me with an icy gaze. “Running around so soon after giving birth? Looking like you’re perfectly fine. Guess you don’t need any rest and recovery after all.”
He stepped closer, his voice dripping with malice. “I have decided to bring Joanna to live in the villa. She’s young, delicate and doesn’t know how to do any housework. Go ahead and process your discharge
papers, so you can come back to be our maid.”
As he leaned in, his lips curled into a cruel smile.
“Your pain expression is the best kind of thrill for me in bed.”
He stared at me intensely, expecting to see my pained and saddened look.
But I just stood there, numb and calm.
Bored with my indifference when he realized there was nothing left for him to destroy, Elliott turned to a
nearby nurse.
“Where’s the baby? Boy or girl? Bring it to me.”
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