Ill Fated Love novel Chapter 28

Miles looked at the child seriously and decided to tell the child the truth.

Eric opened his mouth in surprise.

Miles laughed and pinched his face, his eyes carrying a hint of disappointment. "Back then, I did a lot of things bad to your mother, so your mother forgot about me."

As for Eason's background... He had grown up like Eason and treated him like his own child. There was really no need for him to know.

"But... but Auntie Alice has forgotten about us," he said, covering his mouth.

Miles scratched his nose and said, "That's why Dad needs time to get her back."

He hugged his son and suddenly touched his stomach with his palm. The scar left by Caroline's abuse came back, which caused a burst of guilt from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, Eric also put on his little palm, said seriously, "Dad, it doesn't hurt."

Miles' eyes were somewhat sour. A period of wrong love had brought indelible wounds to the two children. These were all the sins he had created!

He kissed Eric's cheek and murmured apologetically. Eric raised his small hand to cover Miles' red eyes and said softly, "Dad doesn't cry. I love you."

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"Ah!" Alice woke up. Cold sweat flowed down her forehead. Her face was pale and she was panting heavily.

She dreamed that she was being assaulted by a man with a big belly. Blood flowed all over her legs. She kept begging the man to let her go, but the man didn't listen at all. Then she saw something sliding down her leg. She lowered her head and saw the unhappy baby!

She rubbed her temples, wondering if it was because she was too worried last night that she had such a nightmare.

Feeling the warm little body was leaning against her, she regained her senses and gently pushed away the hands and feet that the child had wrapped around her. She was ready to get out of bed and go to the living room to drink a cup of water.

As she passed by the bedroom, she opened the door and walked in.

The decoration of the bedroom was very feminine. There were some stickers on the wall. Alice looked at them one by one.

"He's back today. Be careful not to make him angry."

"Why is Caroline able to do anything? He is still unsatisfied even though I did a lot for him?"

"How can I convince him that the past was a misunderstanding? Although things went wrong, I really like him."

"Will he treat me better when I have a baby?"

There were many tips for taking care of pregnant mothers. Alice looked at them one by one and felt painful.

"Caroline abused my child. He actually helped her! He doesn't love me at all. He doesn't love my child. I want to divorce with him."

The post-it note came to an abrupt halt, and a narrow wall spoke for the first half of a woman's life that she could not ask for.

Alice seemed to have lost her senses. It turned out that Mr. Wilson's deceased wife was not happy before.

How could that be?

He could not lie to his children, nor could he lie to his gentle expression when he mentioned his deceased wife. Who left these notes?

She subconsciously stroked the yellow stickers, unconsciously opened the curtains, and looked downstairs.

From this direction, she could see the courtyard door. When the male master of the family returned, she immediately pressed the position where she could see it.

Alice did not know why she did this, but she felt that she had done this action countless times. It is so familiar that it seemed to be carved into her bones.

On countless rainy nights, she looked in the direction of the courtyard entrance, waiting for the male master, and then humiliated her.

Alice suddenly regained her senses, but she didn't know when her face was full of tears.

Miles frowned slightly, "I'm Miles."

Alice raised her head and thought for a while, then asked, "Then who am I?"

The emotions in Miles' eyes surged like a sea. At this moment, some greed suddenly surged, wanting to possess her.

His lips moved and he said, "You are my wife, Alice."

Alice slowly squatted down, hugging her head as if she was struck by a heavy sledgehammer. Then, she suddenly raised her head, and her gentle gaze turned into resentment.

She lifted her eyelids and looked at Miles, who seemed to want to hug her. With a twisted expression, she shouted, "I'm Alice. It's Alice who you called me a bitch."

Miles' throat stiffened. Alice's words were like a sharp arrow piercing through his heart. It was still filled with ice. The cold wind blew in, causing her entire body to stiffen.

He slowly lowered his head.

"I'm sorry."

Alice did not accept the late apology. She chuckled, and her expression is full of ridicule.

"Haha, the arrogant Miles actually apologizes to me, a bitch!" She recalled all the pain she had suffered in the past.

That's the man.

She was tortured day and night after marrying him, cursing her bitch by bitch. Even her own child was carried over by Caroline as soon as she was born, suffering from all kinds of abuse!

Poor amnesia, she actually had a good impression of the beast!

Alice was so angry that her entire body was trembling. She didn't want to see this man again, so she turned around and ran out.