“If it weren’t for her saving me and taking care of me back then, I would’ve been killed by your so-called friends. I owe her and I can never repay that debt.”
“But she was hurt by those men and now struggles with depression. My child must be perfect. His mother can’t have any flaws.”
A flash of anger passed through Violet’s eyes, but she still smiled sweetly. “I know... if my sister hadn’t been... I would never have fought her for you.”
Morgan loosened his grip slightly and leaned down to kiss her.
Outside the door, Luna covered her mouth tightly, trying not to make a sound. Then she turned and quietly left the house.
She walked along the road in a daze. So, in her husband’s eyes, bullying, kidnapping and even killing were not flaws, but being a victim was.
A few minutes later, her phone rang. It was Morgan.
“Luna, I’m so sorry. I was in a meeting and missed your call.”
“It’s okay,” she replied softly.
Sensing something wrong in her tone, his voice grew gentle. “You went to the hospital today, right? So... are you pregnant?”
Her lips curved into a bitter smile as she answered, “The doctor said it’s just a digestive problem.”