The Untouchable Ex-Wife



"Yeah, I guess I overestimated myself. I don't know you well." Joanne gazed at the man she both loved and hated. "If I knew you well, I would have left you ages ago. I wouldn't have had to suffer, and that pitiful child wouldn't have had to die. I also could have been a mother, but it's impossible now..."Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

That child should have never been born. If you gave birth to the baby, it would have been torture for you. I saved you from that, so why do you hate me this much?" Quinton's gaze was icy, and there was no regret in his tone. If he did have any regrets, it would be that he didn't get rid of the child in a way where Joanna wouldn't have found out about it.

"Yeah, you're right. You're never wrong. Even now, you feel that you're just doing the best for me." Joanne closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. She no longer wanted to talk about it because there was no right or wrong. She felt that abortion was murder, and now, she could never have children. It was a punishment for being such a terrible mother. Besides, Quinton was born a heartless man, so it was normal for him to abort a fetus that had not even formed yet. He would never feel guilty about it.

"Of course, I want the best for you. You just wanted to give birth to that thing. Do you know what your life would be like if you did?" Quinton clenched his fists, stopping himself from saying more. "I don't care if you hate or resent me; the most rational thing I did was abort that thing for you. If we went back in time, I would do the same."

"Demon! You're an inhumane demon!" Joanne snarled viciously, full of hate for him. She took her hand off his cheek and slapped him hard. This is for the baby! I'm also glad it didn't have to suffer being born into such a crazy family... It didn't have a cruel man as its father!"

Joanne's slap was hard because it was filled with her years of anger and resentment, and Quinton's face tilted with the impact. However, his expression didn't change as he said coldly, "Yeah, it should die. I killed it and helped relieve its pain. If it knew what a disgusting father it had, it would hate me for making you give birth to it."

"Shut up.." Joanne covered her ears. "Stop talking. I don't want to hear it... I don't want to lose the last bit of feelings I have."

"It's fine, just hate me. I'd be uncomfortable if you don't." Quinton stared at Joanne, then grabbed her wrist. "I didn't want to keep in touch with you, but my sister said you're my key. If that's the case, you'd better return to my world... I want you to tell me where the exit is." Then, he dragged her to his car.

"Let go of me!" Joanne struggled vigorously. She would never go back to him. It sent chills down her spine when she recalled her past; She never wanted to experience that again. She'd rather die than get trapped again. Before he could react, she leaned down and bit the back of his hand hard.

"Ouch!" Quinton instinctively let go of Joanne, and Joanne staggered back. There were deep teeth marks on his hand, and it was bleeding. It was clear that Joanne had bitten him forcefully.