Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 75 - 74 Okay, Faye Townsend, we’re getting a divorce, I’ll let you go

Chapter 75: Chapter 74 Okay, Faye Townsend, we’re getting a divorce, I’ll let you go

If you had ever cared for me even a little bit.

Our child would have been born by now.

The reason I’ve come to this point today is because you forced me.

You don’t care about me, do you? Aren’t you indifferent to me? Don’t you hate me?

Then why are you questioning me?

Having lost the person you love, you blame all your mistakes on me.

Is that fair to me?

From start to finish, even if just once, if you had stood by me, I wouldn’t have come to this point today.

Hunter Warren, stop pretending, we’re already divorced."

Hunter Warren let out a cold laugh, releasing her shoulder as he watched her wipe her tears stubbornly from her tear-streaked face.

"Change? Faye Townsend, you’re wrong.

You never changed.

From beginning to end, you’ve always been like this.

You always said that the person you love is me, but in my eyes, that’s not the case at all.

Otherwise, how did this child come about?

Why should I believe that a woman who constantly says she loves me would sleep with another man?"

Faye looked at him dazedly. So... the love she gave was invisible in his eyes.

Everyone in Anchester could see how madly in love she was with him, but he chose to ignore it.

Perhaps in his eyes and mind, only the person he loves is worthy of giving him what he calls love.

Everyone else’s love was worthless garbage.

Faye fiercely wiped away all the tears from her face.

She was already pale, and after being sick, she looked even weaker and paler.

"I don’t need you to believe me; since the day I signed the divorce papers, I no longer needed it."

Seeing her wavering body, he furrowed his brows and grabbed her wrist, "Get in the car, let’s talk in the car."

Faye wanted to shake off his hand, but she lacked the strength.

She decided to squat on the ground directly.

Hunter Warren looked down at her, holding her wrist helplessly, "Faye."

"Hunter Warren, make your choice, do you want me dead or to let me go?"

She looked at him resolutely.

"What did you say?" Hunter Warren looked at her in surprise.

"If living means being entangled with you for life, then I would rather choose to die.

I’ve had enough of this kind of life, truly enough; I don’t want it anymore.

The three thousand days and nights of loving you, how I wish I could erase them.

I no longer take pride in loving you.

I just want to stay away from you, I just never want to see you again in my entire life."

Hunter Warren released his grip on her wrist.

"You actually... use death to threaten me."

"This isn’t a threat, it’s sincere.

This kind of life, I’ve truly had enough, I don’t want it, I don’t want it anymore.

Both you and the past memories, get lost."

Hunter Warren looked at her: "Faye Townsend, you said this."

"Yes, I said this.

Exalted Second Master Warren, I can’t reach you.

Nor do I want to be entangled with you any further.

Now, every cell in my body and even my breath hopes for a divorce from you.

Perhaps you still don’t know how much I hope you can completely disappear from my world.

In my eyes, you’re just a scumbag.

I never want to see you again, not even for a day, or even a second."

Hunter Warren closed his eyes, and after a long, long time, when he opened them again, his eyes returned to their usual coldness.

"Fine, Faye Townsend, we’ll divorce, I’ll let you go.

As you said, this lifetime, we’ll never meet again.

I won’t see you again, and your life and death... will no longer have anything to do with me.

You and your child... take care."

After saying this, Hunter Warren turned and got into the car, driving away.

Faye sat squatted on the ground, watching as the car drove further and further away.

Tears poured from her eyes like floodgates opening.

She covered her mouth with her hand, choking at first, then sobbing aloud, her cries filling the desolate wilderness.

How nice, no more entanglement.

How nice, no need to see Hunter Warren’s detestable face again.

How nice, no more heartache to be tangled with.

This Anchester, she truly couldn’t stay another moment.

Her trembling hands fished out her phone and dialed Kay Forrest’s number.

On the other end of the line, Kay Forrest, who initially answered with a sleepy voice, instantly woke up upon hearing Faye’s sobs.

He sat up and said urgently, "Baby, what’s wrong."

"Forrest, I can’t take it anymore.

I can’t take it for another minute.

I want to leave here, right now, immediately.

Come pick me up, come back and get me, please."

Faye cried as if it were the end of the world.

Kay Forrest jumped out of bed, dressing as he soothed, "I’ll grab my passport and head to the airport now.

Baby, just wait for me patiently, don’t be afraid, I’ll soon be by your side."

After hanging up the phone, Faye wailed loudly for a long time.

Until the taxi driver couldn’t stand it anymore, he got out of the car and brought her back to the hospital.

When Faye appeared on the 26th floor, she realized the entire nurse station was in chaos.

Seeing her return, a nurse quickly called Oliver Turner, who had gone out to look for her.

Faye was surrounded by several nurses and taken back to the ward.

She lay dazed on the hospital bed, allowing the doctor to do a check-up but not wanting to say a word.

After the doctor left, Roman Hughes, having already removed his white coat, came in.

Seeing Faye resting with her eyes closed, Roman Hughes sat directly at the bedside.

"Faye."

Faye opened her eyes and looked at him.

Roman Hughes looked at her, "You really look awful right now; if you were to act as a ghost, you wouldn’t need makeup."

He tried to lighten her mood with a playful remark.

Sadly, it didn’t seem effective.

Because her expression remained unchanged.

"If I could really be a ghost, that would be nice.

Dying might be happier than living."

Hearing her say this, Roman Hughes leaned forward slightly, worried, "Faye Townsend, what nonsense are you talking?

Don’t let your mind run wild.

Didn’t the ancients say, better a live coward than a dead hero?

There are no ghosts in this world; living is what holds hope."

Faye gave a cold smile looking at him.

Roman Hughes was worried, "Faye Townsend, what’s wrong with you today?

I feel like something is really off with you; you’re not going to... do anything foolish, are you."

"I have a child, I’m not going to die.

But you... you must be happy now, right."

"Me? What would I be happy about?" Roman Hughes couldn’t grasp her words.

"Telling my secret to Hunter Warren, you must feel particularly proud of yourself."

Faye looked at him, her eyes full of blame.

The expression on Roman Hughes’s face grew heavier, "I’m sorry, what exactly happened between you two?"

"No need to apologize; I should thank you instead."

Faye said as she closed her eyes.

"If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to end things completely with him.

It’s much better now; I no longer... have to miss a man who doesn’t belong to me."

Roman Hughes furrowed his brows, "Did Hunter tell you something?"

Faye pressed her lips, not answering.

"Faye Townsend, when I heard the news of your pregnancy today, I was also a bit confused.

In my view, you and Hunter Warren are truly well-matched.

I never expected you two to reach this point.

I thought, with your persistence, you would eventually win him over.

But I didn’t expect a snag in the middle.

When I heard you were pregnant, I hesitated but couldn’t resist...

You know, Hunter is my best buddy.

I can’t lie to him.

Even if I lied today, I couldn’t lie tomorrow or the next day.

If I caused any trouble for your relationship.

I can help explain to Hunter for you.

Faye, whose child is this?

You love Hunter so much, I don’t believe you would do anything with another man.

Were you forced?

Didn’t you say in this lifetime it’s Hunter Warren or no one?

Why give up so easily now?

If you have any troubles, let me know, I can help."

"Easily give up?" Faye gave a bitter smile, opening her eyes to look at him, "You just don’t understand.

There’s no love in this world that can be given up easily.

Who comes out of love without being torn and bloody?"

Faye said with a light lift at the corner of her mouth, "I have no troubles, it’s purely because I’m tired.

I’m weary of the days of chasing after Hunter Warren.

The rest of life is so long, I want to live as the person I should be, it’s just that simple."

After Roman Hughes left, he was still shocked by Faye’s words.

She wanted to live as the person she should be.

On closer reflection, who knows how one should live their life?

Is how he’s living now what he wants?

Faye Townsend... truly a brave girl.

Hunter Warren really lost a treasure.

When Oliver Turner pushed open the door to the ward, Faye was lying flat on the bed, lost in thought.

Upon hearing the sound, she looked towards the door.

Oliver Turner approached, somewhat displeased, "Where did you go?

Do you know I almost called the police?"

Seeing Oliver Turner’s current appearance, Faye laughed.

"You’re still laughing, you really are an unruly woman.

You’re going to give me a heart attack from fright."

Faye propped up her arms, trying to sit.

Oliver Turner came forward to support her, "Why are you sitting up?"

"To chat with you for a while."

Oliver Turner was taken aback, looking at her, "Hiss, strange."

"What’s the matter?"

"You didn’t get possessed by a ghost out there, did you?

Aren’t you usually avoiding me?

Why are you being so good today, actually wanting to chat with me?"

Faye rolled her eyes, "Forget it, then I won’t chat."

"No, no, no, I’m just kidding, look how serious you are."

Faye laughed, leaning back, "Was Clara alright yesterday?

Was she scared?

When you got home yesterday, didn’t she ask why I was bleeding?"

"She’s not an idiot, she’s the same age as you, of course, she knows what bleeding means."

Oliver Turner, saying this, suddenly also laughed.

Faye looked at him, "What are you laughing at?"

"Isn’t it odd? Clearly, you and Clara are the same age.

Why do I feel you’re a woman, and she’s a child?"

"Do I look that old?" Faye pretended to be angry, looking at him.

"Of course not, it’s just... maybe because I raised her."