C2 A Fight

"Since you're not willing, why are you getting married tomorrow? After you get married, we won't be able to meet as often as we do now."

"It was she who forced me to marry her."

Anatol said without restraint, then turned over and pressed Skylynn under him.

"Darling, your fiancée is really here."

Skylynn pressed her hands to Anatol's chest and pointed in the direction of the door.

"How is this possible? I just sent her away, how..." Anatol couldn't help but look at the door while saying this. "Anna, why are you here?"

His expression froze when he saw me.

Quickly getting up from Skylynn, Anatol looked at me with panic in his eyes.

In this panic, he didn't even have time to cover up his naked body.

Skylynn wrapped her body in the blanket and looked at me leisurely.

At this moment, tears were streaming down my face. I was angry, I wanted to vent my anger. The truth was so cruel. I could only turn around and leave.

With a towel around his waist, Anatol quickly caught up to me, with a guilty look in his eyes, "Anna, listen to me..."

"Is there anything else to explain? I saw it clearly just now. How are you going to quibble?"

I couldn't breathe. It was ridiculous that I still have a glimmer of hope for his explanation.

Skylynn put Anatol's shirt on her body, with her wavy curly hair draped over her shoulders, looking even more seductive at the moment..

She came to me and and said provocatively. "Viraj is Anatol's child."

Viraj, Skylynn's child, three years old, turned out to be Anatol's child...

For a moment, I felt like the sky was falling.

I looked at Anatol, hoping that he would give me a negative answer. However, things did not go as I expected.

He slightly lowered his head. He seemed to agree that Viraj was his child.

I wanted to vent, but at this moment, the overly intense emotions are piling up in my heart, making me speechless..

I was so angry！

One is the man I deeply love, and the other is my ladybro, and they did it behind my back. To hell with them!

"Bitch!"

Unable to suppress the anger and humiliation any longer, I fiercely slapped Skylynn's face. The force was so strong that my hand was numb from the pain.

"Skylynn!"

Anatol's voice was filled with concerns about Skylynn.

Skylynn suddenly turned back and glared at me angrily.

"Skylynn, are you alright? Does it hurt?"

Anatol looked at Skylynn with a pained expression. That scene stung my heart again.

My fiancé was in front of me, caring about the mistress who has ruined our relationship. How could I not hate him?

"Anatol, she hit me. My face hurts."

Skylynn pretended to be pitiful and held Anatol's arm. Tears of grievance dripped down her cheeks.