147 Times: My Husband Gifted Me to Other Men's Beds Chapter 2

I woke up three days later.

I stared at the ceiling for a long time before making the call.

After a long, drawn-out ring, he finally picked up, his voice still ragged with post-coital gasps.

"Julian Hayes, let's get a divorce."

A clearly impatient voice came from the other end.

"Elara, what pathetic stunt are you pulling now?"

"Can't you just go a day without causing a scene? Are you *that* miserable?"

My heart felt like it was drowning in bitter seawater, stinging my eyes.

Julian never cared about my feelings, nor did he ever care about my health.

"Julian Hayes, the baby's gone."

"I'm stepping aside for your Bella."

Five years. I'd been tormented, body and soul, left bruised and broken.

This relationship, which only I was fighting for, I couldn't bear to continue.

Julian clicked his tongue. I could tell he was forcing himself to be patient with me.

"Stop being dramatic, Elara. I'll have my secretary send you a blank check. Just fill in whatever amount you want."

"Julian Hayes, you still don't understand."

"I want a divorce."

Julian's patience with me usually lasted for only a sentence or two. I heard him explode into a furious shout.

"Elara, don't push your luck!"

"You were always damaged goods, and for all I know, that kid in your belly wasn't even mine!"

"So what if it's gone? You were so careless with yourself before, ruined your own body; that's why you lose every baby you conceive!"

"Are you trying to pin this on Bella now?!"

I felt a moment of suffocating disbelief.

I truly thought I had married for love, that I had the best husband in the world.

I truly thought I would be happy for the rest of my life.

But five years of memories, countless incidents, stung me.

"Don't even think about divorcing me. Even if you die, I'll make sure your ashes never find peace!"

Then he hung up.

I slowly lowered my arm, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face.

This was Julian's seventh child.

Every miscarriage was caused by him, or by Bella Stone's unreasonable demands.

My doctor had warned me repeatedly during my sixth miscarriage.

"If you have another miscarriage, your chances of getting pregnant again will be almost zero for the rest of your life."

I had told Julian more than once that we had to protect our seventh child.

Just last month, when I brought him my prenatal report, I emphasized that we needed to be extra careful this time.

But Julian was always impatient.

"Don't be so dramatic."

"Your pathetic attempts to get attention haven't changed one bit."

He flung the prenatal report in my face, slammed the door, and stormed off to find Bella.

Later, he still didn't care and insisted on sending me as a "gift" to his business partners.

I even held scissors to my neck, threatening my life, but it still didn't earn me a shred of understanding or consideration from Julian.

He had his bodyguards knock the scissors out of my hand and then slapped me viciously.

"What's with all the fuss?"

"I think you just don't want to."

"You're nothing but a used plaything, so stop acting like some virtuous saint. Who are you putting on this show for?"

My eyes bloodshot, I met his gaze. I couldn't see any emotion in those eyes.

They were cold, like he was looking at nothing more than an animal.

Every memory connected to him seemed filled with the stench of blood and conflict.

A crushing sense of helplessness wrapped around me, dragging me into an abyss, suffocating me bit by agonizing bit.

My hands trembling, I booked a divorce appointment for a month later, screenshotted the confirmation, and sent it to Julian.

The message was like a stone sinking into the ocean.

Or perhaps, Julian saw it.

But he probably just thought it was another one of my pathetic tantrums.

But this time, I was truly giving up.

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