She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 245: How Could Kelvin Feel Guilty?

Chapter 245: How Could Kelvin Feel Guilty?

Cheyenne who was just acting tough a moment ago turned out to be strong on the inside. If she wasn't really afraid of him, why did she take a step back and close her eyes tightly?

Feeling him grab her hand, Cheyenne resisted. His slightly rough fingertips slid over her soft palm, and the long-lost electric feeling appeared once again.

Her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Just as she was about to retract her hand, a piece of paper fell into it. Cheyenne's gaze fell onto the thin sheet of paper.

She frowned before putting on a self-deprecating smile. "What? Is this Mr. Foley's divorce compensation for me? No need, I'm not so poor that I need my ex-husband's help."

Her mocking smile made Kelvin feel uncomfortable for a moment. He squeezed her hand tightly and said in an unfriendly tone, "What are you thinking? Open it first."

Cheyenne pushed away his grip with reluctance but still opened the yellowed paper.

When she saw the title on it, Cheyenne's eyes turned red and tears welled up in them.

Three years had passed since then, but that feeling of despair and heartache hadn't decreased even by half a point with time.

She thought she had forgotten about it already, but seeing this abortion record once again brought back that piercing pain all over again.

Lying on the cold operating table under bright lights, she dreamed of the child who never got to see this world yet.

He was very pretty; small enough to not even reach up to her knee yet resembled Kelvin in appearance while having eyes like hers. He lifted his tear-stained face and asked why he wasn't wanted?

Cheyenne's expression when looking at this abortion record didn't seem fake at all; tears flashed across her eyes before disappearing quickly from sight, leaving an indelible impression upon Kelvin's heart.

"Do you owe me an explanation?" came his suppressed voice from above.

She coldly curled the corner of her lips, while tearing apart that abortion record slowly.

The intense hatred hidden behind that smile made Kelvin feel like he didn't know the woman standing before him anymore.

"Explanation? What right do you have to ask me for an explanation?"

"This child is also mine, don't I have the right to ask?" He tried to suppress his anger, veins bulging on his forehead, and his once handsome features became distorted.

"But don't forget that you didn't want him in the first place!"

Cheyenne's angry shout hit him hard. The man fell silent instantly, staring at her with a complex and depressed expression.

The torn paper slowly fell from her hand like snowflakes scattering beautifully on the ground.

"When I asked you if we should have a child back then, what was your answer?" Cheyenne sneered and imitated his cold tone. "Any woman can give birth to my child except you, Cheyenne."

That's why she dared not tell him about her unexpected pregnancy. He disappeared for two whole months without even making a phone call.

Coincidentally, it was during that time that Metshire experienced its most tumultuous days, with rioters wreaking havoc on Financial Street. The news was filled with reports of innocent entrepreneurs being kidnapped and tragic incidents tied to the unrest.

She had no news of him and worried about his safety day after day without eating or drinking properly.

If there was still someone in this world who cared about Kelvin as much as she did, it would only be her rival Abbie. Kelvin loved Abbie far more than he loved his nominal wife Cheyenne.

But she still loved him deeply enough to lower herself to beg Abbie for news of him. That was how she fell into Abbie's trap. Abbie used her love for Kelvin against Cheyenne.

Abbie invited her to meet at a coffee shop claiming that she had information about Kelvin.

Cheyenne went along with it.

When Abbie took out her phone and opened Facebook Messenger where he reported safe every few days since he left while gently reminding her not to stay up late.

Cheyenne felt jealous beyond belief but couldn't bring herself to attack someone who was sickly weak like Abbie so all she could do was endure silently.

She let go of Abbie but the latter wouldn't let go of Cheyenne; taking advantage of when Cheyenne went off alone into the restroom at their meeting spot, she poured something into Cheyenne's drink.

On her way home, Cheyenne felt a sudden cramp in her stomach that was so painful she could hardly breathe. With what little strength she had left, she turned the steering wheel and hit the brakes.

When she woke up, she found herself lying in a cold hospital room. The doctor said they needed a signature from one of her family members before they could proceed with surgery.

But there was no one by her side. The first person Cheyenne thought to call was Kelvin. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

What would he say?

"Are you kidding me?"

Abbie only had to complain about a headache and he would comfort her gently and tell her to rest early. But when it came to Cheyenne, he didn't believe her excuses for being sick twice before just because she wanted him to come home early and be with her.

Kelvin heartlessly hung up the phone, cutting off any chance of them having a child together forever.

The doctor said that the poison was too strong; if they had discovered it ten minutes earlier, maybe they could have saved both mother and child. But unfortunately, by the time Cheyenne arrived at the hospital after passing out on the road for some time already, it had spread throughout her body. It was highly likely that both mother and child would die if an operation were performed carelessly.

Kelvin never showed up but instead Cheyenne's grandfather and Benson did.

Layne used acupuncture techniques to transfer most of the toxins from Cheyenne's body into their unborn child, who wouldn't survive anyway. Even after death, it must be cremated into ashes.

Benson even lost his eyesight for her sake. He had been living in darkness without colors or light around him for three years.

He used to be an outstanding young man who enjoyed admiration from everyone.

Cheyenne knew deep down inside that nobody else deserved more than Benson did all along!

Kelvin clenched his fists tightly under his long-sleeved suit jacket while looking guilty.

Cheyenne felt somewhat dazed seeing how much remorse in his eyes.

As the wealthiest man in Akloit and the CEO of the Foley Group, surrounded by numerous women bearing his children, would he ever feel guilty for their unborn kid?

It was ridiculous!