Chapter 34
Silence.
Dead silence.
Only the sound of their overlapping breathing remained on the line.
It was just like their marriage.
After all the twists and turns, nothing was left but a lingering sigh.
Maeve clutched her phone tightly and spoke again.
“And Frederick, don’t forget the agreement you signed back then. You were the one who insisted on giving me everything. How did it suddenly turn into me being jealous of Zoe? How did I become the vicious one p>
Frederick’s breathing grew heavier on the other end.
Maeve’s eyes burned faintly with emotion.
“We can’t even hold a normal conversation anymore. Really, let’s stop torturing each other. Let’s just get a divorce, Frederick p>
Beep—
Frederick simply hung up the phone.
Maeve didn’t bother calling back. A sharp, needle-like pain throbbed at her temples.
Lately, whenever she argued with Frederick and her emotions spiraled, she would always get these severe headaches.
She wondered if it was caused by the hormonal changes from her pregnancy.
Speaking of pregnancy p>
Maeve gently touched her stomach, forcing herself to calm down and calculate the timeline.
It had been a week since the hospital confirmed she was pregnant.
The baby in her womb felt like a ticking time bomb. Every extra day she stayed here increased the risk of being found out.
Frederick was the eldest son. Even though Zoe had Charlie, Frederick’s own bloodline was still of the utmost importance to the family.
They always said a child was the strongest shackle to tie a mother down.
Once the Fairchild family discovered she was carrying his child, they would definitely force her to stay and give birth.
That would mean she’d be trapped forever in this place that only brought her agony and suffering, with no hope of breaking free.
The more Maeve thought about it, the tighter her chest felt. The stabbing pain in her temples twisted her nerves like a knife.
Her hands and feet began to tremble, and a cold sweat drenched her back.
The Fairchilds.
Frederick was the root of all her misery.
She had to leave this place as soon as possible.
Maeve collapsed onto the bed, utterly drained. Her fingers brushed against the edge of the mattress, finding her phone, and she sent another message to Frederick.
[Please think about the divorce as soon as possible. Running away won’t solve anything p>
The Sovereign Club.
Frederick stared fiercely at the message popping up on his screen, his eyes bloodshot. His fingers tightened around the phone. the veins on the back of his hand bulging in a terrifying arc.
“Frederick,” someone asked, fearless enough to lean in.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost p>
There were five or six men and women in the private room, all familiar acquaintances. Hearing the question, they all simultaneously looked in Frederick’s direction.
The lighting in the room was dim, leaving his sharp, chiseled features half-hidden in the shadows. His jaw was visibly clenched, and he radiated a chilling, oppressive aura.
The air pressure in the room suddenly dropped, and everyone instinctively quieted their breathing They exchanged glances before silently shooting the brave speaker a look of pure pity.
Couldn’t he see the boss looked ready to kill?
Approaching the devil himself when he was in a foul mood—what a true warrior.
Frederick tossed his phone aside, picked up his glass, and downed his drink in one gulp. He shot a sideways glance at the man who had approached him.
“Maeve is demanding a divorce. What’s your take p>
Hearing this, the man immediately slapped his thigh, his tone full of righteous indignation.
“With Maeve’s background? It’s a privilege she even got to marry you! And she has the nerve to demand a divorce? You really think she’d give up all the perks of being Mrs Fairchild? bet she’s just playing hard to get, deliberately trying to make you”
Crash!
Frederick smashed his glass directly onto the man’s head.
Blood instantly gushed out. The man clutched his head and slumped against the edge of the sofa, looking at Frederick in absolute terror.
“F-Frederick he stammered, completely clueless as to what he had done wrong.
Frederick pulled out a tissue and slowly wiped the liquor from his fingers. He looked down at the man from his towering height, his gaze glacial.