Marcus Mo knew how to exploit my weaknesses. I opened the door, went out and then quickly closed it behind me. Outside the door, I coldly looked at Marcus Mo and stretched out my hand to him. \"The necklace?\" \"You won\'t even let me in. Is there some random guy in there? Is it Tom?” He sneered as he said my new husband’s name. I found it really offensive that he called Tom a random guy. He wrapped his hand around my neck. I took a breath and said to Marcus Mo in a cold voice,\"Random guy? Tom, he\'s not a random guy. He\'s my husband now. You know, after you divorced me to be with your own sister.\" He was seething in anger.He tightened his grip on my neck. \"Say it again.” I coughed violently.It was difficult to breathe. \"I said that Tom and I are married. As soon as I divorced you, I couldn\'t wait to get into his arms!\" The truth was, my heart was still longing for Marcus. That was what I
\"Dad, mom!\" I called and strode over to the pine tree, but when I got there I saw nothing. Was I seeing things? Was it because I missed them so much that I had hallucinations? With a bitter smile, I whispered: \"Dad, mom, if only you were still here.\" Because of this dream like illusion, when I got home, I was out of my mind. After a simple lunch, I took Joy back to my room for a nap. Maybe it\'s because I\'ve seen Marcus Mo many times recently. Without warning, I dream about him. On his heart protruded a fruit knife. His blood spurted all over me. \"Sarah, give me my child! You’ve taken her away from me and the Mo family! You’re a terrible mother, and a terrible wife!\" \"No! She\'s my child! I can\'t let you take her!\" The next scene, Joy is in the Mo family house, and Maureen was yelling at her and beating her with a whip. \"Mom, mom, help me!\" Joy cried out to me in pain. My heart Felt painful. It was so
Yes! I nodded heavily in my heart. That was the same child he had tried to abort for Maureen’s sake, I wanted to accuse him. \"Marcus Mo, she is not your child!\" The best way to protect Joy is to never let the Mo family near her. Marcus\'s deep voice was hoarse, \"Sarah, a two-and-a-half-year-old child, who else would it be if it wasn\'t mine? Do you really think I\'m stupid and can\'t even count the time? Or do you think I\'m blind and can\'t even see what she and I look exactly alike?\" You’re stupid enough that your sister fooled you for so long, I thought. I knew that if he took Joy with him, his sister will surely get her hands on our child and harm her. I knew that Marcus Mo won\'t believe me if I told him that. It’s safer to deny it. \"If I say she\'s not your child, she\'s not your child! Are all the world\'s two-and-a-half-year-olds from Marcus Mo’s seed? Joy is Tom’s child, and she has nothing to do with you!\"
Now that Marcus is accusing Tom of faking his injury, or at least making it look like he’s still injured even when he’s already healed for years. \"Marcus Mo, that\'s enough!” I screamed at him. “Haven’t you hurt me enough? Now you’re making up stories just to drive a wedge between the two of us. For your information, there’s no way I’d believe you over him. You really are the worst.” Marcus Mo chuckled awkwardly, as if he was hurt but trying not to show it too much. He glanced at Tom. \"If you don\'t believe me, ask him yourself.\" I knew I shouldn\'t believe him, but at the same time, I also know that he was a very bad liar. When I asked him if he had me in his heart, he couldn’t even lie to save the woman he loved. I looked at Tom, and waited for him to tell Marcus off. Tom did not speak, but just stared at me for a long time. Suddenly, he stood up from the wheelchair. At this moment, I don\'t know whether I should be
Marcus Mo drove us back home. I went back to my house and he followed me to my door. \"Mom, who is this strange man? Wasn’t he the man who made you cry?\" Where did the little girl learn these words? \"Young lady, I\'m your real father.\" \"You are not my father. My father\'s name is Fang, and my name is Fang Joy!\" Joy shakes her head, but he insists. \"Tom is you other father, but I’m your real father.\" Marcus explained patiently, though his face darkened. \"Strange man, I don’t believe you! You should get out of my house or my father will hit you when he comes back!\" “Young lady, that is no way to talk your real father. Didn’t your father Tom teach you manners?” Looking at the two arguing as I prepared food, I couldn\'t help but smile. In the evening, Joy went to bed early. Marcus Mo went to our room and hugged me from behind. My body stiffened at his touch. \"I just want to hold you,” he said.
Maureen smiled at me, the kind of smile that made me feel cold. The last time he suddenly changed his attitude towards me, he wanted me to donate my bone marrow to Maureen. What about this time? \"Did he tell you about his family’s genetic disease?\" A series of questions, let my heart all follow up. What is the genetic disease of Mo family? I don\'t know how. The expression on my face betrayed me without doubt. Maureen smiled proudly and looked at me with a very sympathetic eye. \"Sure enough, Marcus didn\'t even mention it to you. “The Mo family have a genetic condition, where the probability of having a boy is very low. Marcus Mo’s mother had aborted many girl children so she could give birth to a boy. Finally, she died of childbirth.” “The old man gave only half of his shares to Marcus Mo because you left. To get all the shares, we must have an heir. Since you already made a test tube baby for him, he’s assum
He stood at the door and looked at me. His eyes said it all. After I left the hospital yesterday, he called me several times, and I never answered it. We were going to have to talk about it sooner or later. \"Come in.\"I said softly. It was strange for me, seeing him here without his wheelchair. Though I had hoped he would recover, during the two years we were together, I had gotten used to it. \"Joy, you go to your room.” I think the child sensed from my tone that I was serious, and a bit upset. I poured him a glass of water, and the two of us sat on the sofa, silent. Finally, he broke the silence. \"Sarah, I\'m sorry.\" Actually, I don\'t blame him for anything. I just didn’t know how to say it. That he was right, that I’d stayed with him mostly because of his injured leg. He’d done so much for me, I didn’t have the heart to tell him I felt nothing for him. In a way, it was all my fault. I could never
I clenched my fist, and my nails dug into my flesh, while I said these words. God knows how much I wish this man loved me like the way he loved Maureen. But the truth is, I\'m just a silly fool. He strode over, holding my head firmly, frowning and shouting, \"Look into my eyes, and tell me you don’t have me in your heart? Sarah, you lie!\" \"Enough! What\'s your purpose of trying to get close to me, you think I don\'t know? I won\'t be fooled by you any more. You want to take my baby! You want Maureen to be my child’s mother!\" I was trying very hard not to cry, but my tears fell down anyway. \"What? Why would I do that? I have nothing to do with her!\" \"Nothing to do with her? She\'s pregnant with your child!\" Marcus Mo has a beautiful eyebrow, frowning more tightly. \"What child? What are you talking about?\" \"Ask Maureen. I don\'t care about you. And please leave my house. Please don\'t come back.\"