Betrayed by Husband, Divorced when Pregnant-Chapter 105 The Scar It Left

Klay’s POV

I was intently watching Kelly lying on the sun lounger. She’s wearing sunglasses but from the corner, I could see her eyes. It was empty and sad. She’s always aggressive whenever I try to talk to her about forgiveness but her eyes were always the opposite. It was lifeless and angry.

“Sir, the doctor isn’t finished yet...”

I clenched my jaws and ignored my men who tried to stop me. I pulled myself up, enduring the pain of my wound as I decided to approach Kelly.

I stood beside the sun lounger and stared at her face. She’s under the shade of an umbrella, but the sun is still so hot and her skin might get burned.

“I can put some sunblock on you,” I said as I glanced at the sunblock beside her.

She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed her orange juice and sipped on it without throwing a single glance at me. She completely ignored me. Like a wind, easily ignored when calm but will be paid attention when aggressive,

I feel miserable too. Keeping her here while she’s treating me like this isn’t easy. I want to make up for my mistakes. I want to earn her trust again. I fcking want to be with her again because those months with her...I feel so alive and I’m serious when I said she’s the only one who can keep me sane because I lost my mind in the past five years without her.

I clenched my jaws and sucked my breath. One of my men brought a sun lounger for me and as soon as I sat on it, Kelly pulled herself up and walked towards the sea.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I balled my fists. I can’t endure this anymore but if I force her she’ll hate me even more.

I looked at the sea and watched her swimming. I stayed for almost 15 minutes but she didn’t come back. I guess she won’t come out of the water if I stay here. So I decided to leave. As I walked away, I looked back and saw her walking back to the sun lounger.

A bitter smile crept on my lips. I will never give up even if you do this everyday, Kelly. Never!

***Kelly’s POV

I decided to cook, unable to bear the sadness and boredom. I had to scare off the chef who tried to stop me. I’m alone here in the kitchen and while I’m cutting some meat, I remembered my daughter again.

Swallowing hard, I tried to get her off of my mind. I’m so worried about her. I’m dying to see her again. I don’t think I’d last a week without seeing my daughter. I’d go crazy.

I continued cutting meat until I accidentally hurt myself because I was distracted and frustrated with what’s happening in my life.

“Kelly!”

Tears streamed down my face not because of the pain of the wound but because I couldn’t bear the sadness and anger anymore.

Klay held my hand and tried to pull me towards the sink to wash my wound when I angrily pushed him away and glared at him.

He shook his head as his eyes softened and darted at my bleeding finger. “You’re bleeding...”

I walked towards the sink and washed my finger. The bleeding hasn’t stopped yet but I don’t care. This blood is nothing compared to the hellish life I’ve been through.

“Kelly, let me help you—”

“I don’t need your help,” I growled at him as I shot him cold glares..

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “The bleeding won’t stop—”

“I can see it,” I cut him off again. “I’m not blind.”

“I’ll just get the first aid—”

“I SAID I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!”

He wasn’t shocked but he froze in his place because of my shout. He looked at me with pain visible in his eyes but I just looked at him coldly.

I turned my back on him and angrily grabbed the first aid box. I sat on the stool and opened the box but he attempted to help so I pulled myself up and attempted to leave when he immediately stepped back, raising his arms.

“I-I won’t...interfere anymore.”

I gritted my teeth and sat on the stool again. I cleaned the wound and put a wound plaster before I put the first aid box back. I proceeded to do what I’m doing before I hurt my finger. Klay didn’t leave but he was standing by the kitchen entrance, watching me intently.

“I-I never intended to hurt you...”

I didn’t move. I don’t care. He hurt me eventually and I won’t forgive him.

“I admit I wanted to use you but my feelings for you intensified...I refuse to use you anymore. I want you...to love me...and see me as a man you can trust...because you made me realize so many things in life. You made me feel loved. You taught me how love really works...”

I opened the refrigerator and grabbed some vegetables.

“I-I don’t wanna hurt you, Kelly. God knows...”

I angrily dropped the knife and held onto the counter. A sarcastic smile plastered on my lips as I stared at the vegetables in front of my eyes.

“God...” I laughed without humor. “...knows?”

Slowly, I lifted my face and looked him in the eyes. “You still think you have the right to say that word after what you’ve done?”

He looked down, guilty. “I want a second chance...with you.”

“You want a second chance? Guess what? You don’t deserve a second chance.”

He looked at me again. His eyes were begging. I don’t care. Even if he cries blood, I won’t care. If he wants a second chance, he could do this without taking me away from the person I dearly loved. He separated me from my daughter and he wants a second chance?

“What do I need to do to deserve it?”

I looked down and started cutting vegetables, ignoring him again. I felt him walking towards me but I didn’t throw him a single glance.

“Tell me what should I do, Kelly. Tell me how I can make you forgive me. Tell me how I can make you love me again...”

The desperation in his voice was very audible. I want to forgive. I don’t wanna live in hatred either. I badly want to just forget everything that happened but my heart couldn’t let it slide. I was heavily wounded and I couldn’t forget the fear, the desperation and pain that night I ran away from him...for my baby’s life.

The sacrifices, the hard life I’ve been through...hiding from him. I couldn’t forget it. It’s carved in my heart and it couldn’t be erased anymore.

“Kelly, tell me what I should do...”

“Die,” I said lifelessly and looked him in the eyes with so much hatred. “Who knows? I might forgive you if you die.”