The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1154

Ivy immediately placed her hand over her still flat lower abdomen. "But we already have a baby. I won't let you hurt my child."

Nathan wrapped an arm around her soft waist and pulled her hard against him.

"Is that how you're going to speak to me now? You've been lying to me and using me this whole time. Who gave you the nerve to act like you did nothing wrong?"

What was she supposed to do? Grovel and beg him for forgiveness?

"Well, I've said it. As long as you don't touch this baby, you can do whatever you want," Ivy said.

Nathan asked coldly, "Like what?"

"Like… If you want to divorce me, I'll agree to it."

What was she talking about?

Nathan's breathing sank instantly. If looks could kill, Ivy would've died a thousand times over already. Fury flared in his eyes.

"So you'd agree to a divorce? How generous. Should I be thanking you for that?"

"I…"

Ivy tried to speak, but Nathan suddenly lowered his head and sealed her red lips with his.

She froze, only reacting when his unmistakable, overpowering presence swept over her.

He was kissing her.

But this kiss was different. It was rough and punishing, full of biting and force, as if he were venting his anger and deliberately trying to hurt her.

Ivy raised her hands and pressed them against his chest. "Let go of me!"

Nathan carried her forward a couple of steps and shoved her onto the desk.

From beginning to end, this high society marriage had always been under his control.

Nathan looked at her through clenched teeth. "Ivy, listen carefully. What you should be holding on to right now isn't the baby in your belly. It's me. Me!"

With that, he kissed her again and reached for the buttons on her clothes.

This time, Ivy didn't struggle. But soon, Nathan realized something was wrong. He tasted her tears.

Nathan pulled back.

Ivy had her eyes closed, silent tears streaming down her face. Crystal droplets clung to her long lashes, enough to break anyone's heart.

Nathan went completely still.

He couldn't wrap his head around it. What right did a liar like her have to cry?