The white skirt was raised high. They must have been very happy at that time.

It was a month ago, or two months ago, or even longer. But Kevin never smiled so happily behind my back, because he was busy. Even when traveling, he would spend half of his time with his head down to deal with work.

"But, Rosie..."

Olivia glanced at me as she spoke, timid and guilty.

Kevin hurriedly pulled me over to Olivia, "Rosie, tell Olivia that she is not a mistress, she has not destroyed our relationship and you are willing to get along with her as a sister.”

Seeing Kevin's anxious look, I sneered, "Kevin, you let me call you a mistress sister, do you want to follow the example of old lame drama and share a husband?"

I looked at Olivia, "Olivia, you don't have to pretend to be like this, being a whore and wanting to set up a memorial archway, you know what you are thinking, don't you just want to use your son's status to force me to leave, so that you can marry Kevin and be Mrs. Clarkson in the future?"

Olivia was directly exposed by me, her face turned pale, tears in her eyes. "You... why do you say that to me?"

"What? You don't think so? Then sign now, go abroad as soon as you give birth to a child, never see Kevin again and we will pay for child support. "

Olivia stared at the agreement I handed over, suddenly her breathing became rapid and she clutched her chest tightly. "Kevin, I don't want this child, I can't..."

Suddenly she rolled her eyes and fainted completely in Kevin's arms. Kevin immediately tapped her face in panic. "Olivia, wake up, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

When passing by me, Kevin suddenly raised his hand and slapped me hard in the face, "Rosie Dewitt, I indulged you too much, letting you forget your identity and you coldly ignored the blood of the Clarkson Family. Olivia is so pure and sensitive. She always feels sorry for you and gives in everywhere, but you actually stabbed her heart with a knife."

"Come here, lock the wife in the basement and don't let her out without my order," he said to the bodyguard while holding Olivia and strode away.

Olivia's head hung on her shoulders and when she walked out, she looked at me with sneer and disdain.

I struggled hard and was eventually pushed to the basement by the bodyguard and tied to a chair.

I shouted desperately and the two of them took out a piece of rag from somewhere and stuffed it into my mouth. Instantly, a fishy smell filled my mouth. I vomited desperately and only whimpering sounds were left.

The basement was dark and after struggling for a long time, I collapsed on the chair weakly. My stomach began to growl, and in the end, only waves of nausea and stinging in the stomach remained.

I dozed off and woke up again, only to feel that my whole body had lost consciousness and my limbs seemed to be out of control.

I didn’t know how long it took, when suddenly the door of the basement opened and Kevin supported Olivia and stood tall at the entrance.

"Rosie, have you thought it through? Now if you admit your mistake and apologize to Olivia, I will let you out immediately. You should be hungry after being locked up for two days,” he said.

I tried to curse with a little strength, "Asshole, what did I do wrong? Was it because I didn't clap to celebrate your finding a mistress, or because I didn't take care of your mistress until she got pregnant? "

But as soon as I opened my mouth, my eyes went dark and I passed out.

A warm embrace hugged me in a daze.

"Why are you so stubborn? How can you get along with Olivia in the future? You really need to be tempered."

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the hospital bed. My wrist was wrapped in thick gauze.

Just as I was about to move, a nurse came in.

"Don't move, your wrist has just been operated on."

I looked at my wrist in confusion. I was just hungry for two days, what happened to my hand?

At this time, my good friend Simone came in, looked at me and sighed, "Doctor Dewitt, why don't you know how to take care of your hands? You know that hands are life to doctors. Your wrist has been blocked from blood flow for a long time, causing large areas of nerve necrosis. I don't know how long it will take for you to recover. "

My heart was instantly trembling. Being a doctor was my dream. I knelt in front of my father for a day and a night, resisted family pressure, gave up business administration and studied clinical medicine.

Although it had only been three years since graduation, I practiced and studied day and night and was promoted to chief physician not long ago.

I looked at my stiff fingers and a tingling spread throughout my body.

Kevin, how could you do this to me? You clearly know it, why did you do this to me?

The door was suddenly pushed open and Kevin walked in with Olivia in his arms. "Do you know why you are wrong?"

Looking at my hand, he said, "If you hadn't been unreasonable and humiliating Olivia without restraint, I wouldn't have hurt your hand. "

He sighed and continued, "Forget it, I didn't want you to go to the hospital anyway. It smells like disinfectant every day. Wait until Olivia gives birth to the baby and you can stay at home to take care of the baby."

Listening to Kevin's words without a trace of emotion, my heartbeat seemed to stop. I couldn't tell whether it was chest pain or body pain. Those words of encouragement and appreciation gradually blurred.

I thought our marriage was different. He was someone who understood me. We had been together day and night for twenty years, went to school together and played together. He was the one who knelt with me in the rain and supported my dream. He was waiting outside the laboratory, holding my hand and rubbing it with heartache.

Unfortunately, the boy who accompanied me through wind and rain was eventually annihilated in time.

I slapped his face. "Kevin, take your mistress out, I want a divorce."

"Rosie, don't rely on the Dewitt Family to be high and mighty every day. I don't have to look at it..."

Kevin grabbed my wrist and stopped talking. The blood quickly dyed the gauze red.

Kevin looked at my hand in confusion, his expression shattered and then shouted angrily, "Doctor, where is the doctor? Come and see my wife's hand. If there is anything, I will tear down your hospital. "

The doctor came, quickly removed the gauze and pushed me back into the operating room.

An hour later, I was sent to the ward with a pale face.

Simone glared at me angrily. "How can you joke with your own hand, do you still want to go on the operating table? Just for a scumbag, you degrade yourself like this. Don't say you are my apprentice in the future. You can't afford to lose that person."

He glanced at Kevin, who also had a dark face.

Kevin mocked me, "Rosie, when can you change your temper? Can't you be as considerate as Olivia?"

I looked at Olivia, who was nestled in his arms, looking anxious and a sneer appeared at the corner of my lips.

My friend was right. For this scumbag, I was indeed impulsive.

"Kevin, this is my temper. I can't change it. I can't change it to be like you who have a mistress and have no shame. Let's get a divorce."

Kevin was completely enraged by my indifference and immediately pointed at me and yelled, "Enough, Rosie, don't threaten me with divorce, I must take care of Olivia, she is pregnant with the blood of my Clarkson Family, I am not cold-blooded like you."

"Now Olivia is still six months away from giving birth, you should reflect on yourself, otherwise Olivia will not be at ease to hand over the child to a narrow-minded and selfish person."

I smiled indifferently. "Kevin, I don't want to raise a mistress's child, if you don't divorce, then let's sue the court."

Kevin was shocked and trembled with anger, "Rosie, you actually want to sue the court, you don't even want the reputation of the Clarkson and Dewitt families, you just can't tolerate Olivia."

"In today's society, with my status, who doesn't have a confidante outside? I didn't hide it from you, which is already a respect for you. You still want a divorce, reflect on yourself. "

After saying this, Kevin hugged Olivia and walked away without looking back.

I couldn't help but sneer. After so many years of humility and dedication to him, he already wanted everything from me and didn't care about my feelings. The love we once had disappeared at this moment.

For a whole week, Kevin didn't show up in the hospital again.

From Olivia's social media updates, I saw that he was accompanying her to see the ancient city wall and he was wearing an apron to stew soup for her. He just let Olivia take pictures and post them on Instagram.

He once said that he hated posting on Instagram the most. As a boss, it was not shameful enough to do those hand-twisting poses.

There was even one time when I was forced I pulled him to take a photo and post it on Instagram, but he immediately changed his expression and snatched my phone and deleted it in ten seconds. But now, he was standing under the ancient city wall with Olivia in his arms, smiling like a flower.

Love and hate were indeed clear at a glance.

On the eighth day, Kevin came to handle the discharge procedures for me. I followed him indifferently without arguing with him.

As soon as we entered the villa, we heard sharp and shrill shouts from inside.

Before I could react, Kevin rushed in like the wind and I hurried in with big strides.

Two homeless people were grabbing Olivia and tearing her apart. "Little baby, I paid for you to serve me, so don't pretend."

Olivia knelt on the ground and cried for mercy, "Don't touch me, please don't touch me."

Her clothes were torn and her long hair mixed with tears was tangled on her face.

Kevin rushed forward in two steps and punched a homeless man. He picked up Olivia and held her tightly in his arms.

The bodyguard came in with a stick and the two homeless men hurriedly ran out from the side and climbed over the wall.

Olivia cried miserably. "Kevin, someone... someone paid them to come."

Olivia said, pointing at me angrily. "Miss Dewitt, why are you so cruel? I'm still pregnant with Kevin's child."

She pushed Kevin away, turned around and knelt in front of me, prostrated frantically, "Rosie, I kneel down to you. It's all my fault. Please let my child go. When he is born, I will never see Kevin again. I will go to the mountains, to the northwest, please let my child go. "

Olivia knocked hard and a big bump appeared on her forehead, oozing bright red blood.

Kevin hugged Olivia distressedly, "Olivia, it's all my fault, I didn't protect you well."

Olivia looked at Kevin sadly, with a disheveled face, wailing, "Kevin, let me go."

She lay in his arms and cried hoarsely.

Kevin's eyes were red and he kissed her forehead desperately to comfort her, "Olivia, I won't let you go, don't leave me. I thought life was like this, you are so gentle and kind, but God gave you to me, you are the woman I love most in my life."

The piercing words were like ice knives scraping my heart. Even though I had given up hope, my heart still hurt.