My husband scolded me for being a bitch. After I left, he regretted it. Chapter 2

“Get out!”

Just as my vision blurred and black spots danced before my eyes, Julian suddenly released me.

I lost all balance, falling backward with a thud against the floor, completely drained of strength.

I coughed violently, my lungs burning as if they’d be torn out.

Julian heard the sound, but only wiped the back of his hand with a handkerchief, a look of disgust on his face.

My nose burned.

The next second, dark crimson blood gushed out, accompanied by a piercing, needle-like pain in my head.

I touched it, and my hand came away covered in blood.

Terrified Julian would notice, I stumbled into the VIP room’s bathroom.

I rinsed my face endlessly until the bleeding finally stopped.

When I emerged, the room was empty.

A sad smile touched my lips. I laughed, but tears streamed down my face.

It was still pouring outside. Julian had left, clearly with no intention of taking me with him, and I couldn’t get a cab.

Left with no choice, I called Eleanor, Julian’s mother.

Eleanor was frantic when she heard I was stranded at the bar and immediately dispatched their family driver.

I waited at the entrance. My head suddenly spun, and I collapsed, losing consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, Eleanor and Richard’s worried faces were hovering over me.

“Aria, you have a fever. Do you feel any better?”

I nodded weakly, still feeling the world spin. A wave of nausea hit me, and I clutched my chest, dry heaving a couple of times.

Eleanor and Richard exchanged glances, then tentatively asked,

“Aria, are you… pregnant?”

I froze for a moment, then shook my head with a bitter smile.

I desperately wanted to have Julian’s child, but I couldn’t get pregnant.

From the moment I married Julian, he forced me to get an IUD. And whenever we were intimate, he always used protection, and made me take birth control pills afterward just in case.

How could I possibly be pregnant?

Eleanor gently stroked my hair, her eyes filled with such warmth and motherly affection.

“Julian, that scoundrel, leaving you alone like that! I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.”

Just then, Julian pushed open the door and entered.

He frowned, reaching out to feel my forehead. His hand met scalding skin and the bandage wrapped around my head.

His heart tightened. He’d forgotten. The ashtray must have hit me.

Richard couldn’t help but scold him.

“If you cared about Aria, why would you leave her out there alone?”

Julian’s expression shifted, and his hand, now clenched into a fist, dropped away.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

“You two talk. We’ll step out.”

Eleanor shot a look at Richard, and they headed for the door.

Before leaving, she didn’t forget to add,

“Julian, be gentle with Aria. The sooner you two patch things up, the sooner we can have grandchildren.”

“Aria Winters, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

The tender concern in his gaze vanished, replaced by a harsh accusation. Julian was convinced I’d engineered this.

“You called my parents to send a driver, then deliberately collapsed, faking illness, just to play the victim in front of them, didn’t you!”

He scoffed, his expression growing even more contemptuous.

“What’s your game? Trying to get pregnant? Pulling the sympathy card with my parents – how utterly manipulative and cunning you are!”

“No… I didn’t.”

Julian didn’t give me a chance to defend myself, immediately passing judgment.

“I’m telling you, I’d rather die childless than let someone as disgusting as you carry my offspring.”

His tone was utterly disgusted, as if I were something vile and unclean.

“And I’d never touch someone like you.”

I had no words to argue. Not only did the wound on my forehead ache, and the tumor in my brain throb, but my entire being felt crushed. My heart hurt so much I could barely breathe.

“Julian, I didn’t. I never thought that.”

“You better not have!”

Julian sneered, then reached out and yanked me up.

“Now get home.”

Richard and Eleanor couldn’t stop him. Julian gripped my wrist tightly, his hold unyielding.

He dragged me along like that, and I nearly stumbled several times.