President Williams Woos His Ex-wife Again

Chapter 3 I Wish You Die Soon

Beth was later found, fainted in the hospital parking lot, and sent to the hospital.

She knew that Aaron hated her, but she did not expect that Aaron could be so heartless.

Looking at her bleeding, he did not help.

She was less than a stranger to him.

But she had loved him since she was 14.

And she never told anyone about that.

She loved the young man who played with her under the cherry tree.

But he hated her.

Cold tears trickled down from her eyes and wet the pillow.

When the doctor came to the ward round, he asked her, “Mrs. Williams, have you made up your mind?”

“You can be saved by having your uterus removed early in your present situation.”

“You may consult your husband.”

Remove her uterus.

Beth could not hear anything. Her mind rumbled.

She said, tearfully, “If I don't have the surgery, how long can I live?”

She did not want to have her uterus removed. Life would be meaningless if so.

Above all, she dreamed of having a child for Aaron.

“Six months at most.”

At most?

It was only six months at most.

There was not much time left for her. But she could not concede to Kathy the position of Mrs. Williams,

could she?

Knowing the time of her death, Beth calmed down.

She willfully discharged from the hospital, and returned to the Pearly villa with her weak body.

Just wait and see. She did not want to give up so easily.

Maybe she could warm his heart?

As soon as she opened the door, she saw an agreement on the table.

She slowly walked over, and the title, 'Divorce Agreement,' came into her sight.

Divorce agreement.

These words sharply stung her eyes.

She stood there in despair, tears gushing out of her eyes.

“Sign it. We’ll divorce.”

A cold male voice suddenly appeared behind her.

Beth turned back, and saw a clear and handsome face.

“Aaron, I won't divorce you. Don't you have a place for me in your heart at all?” she still didn't give up.

Aaron's eyes were cold. He said, “You’re a disposable tool and a deaf. What position do you want?”

Ha.

At the moment, Beth only felt her heart hurt as if a knife was piercing it.

Too painful to breathe, she said, “For you, I'm just...”

Aaron slowly walked up to her, with his smile full of irony, saying, “If you say no, I have all the way to let

you say yes.”

“Now Kathy is still in poor health. If you want to continue to be my disposable tool, that’s okay.”

Beth only felt incomparable heartache.

Kathy was still in hospital, and could not have sex with him. So he made her a disposable woman.

He was humiliating her.

Beth loved him so she accepted to have sex with him, but he took her as a stand-in for Kathy, which

she could not accept.

She stepped back, saying, “Don't touch me!”

“You don't divorce me, and you don’t want me to touch you. Who do you think you are?”

Aaron was completely angry. He squinted his dangerous eyes and approached her step by step.

Beth tried her best to resist.

But she failed.

She was really in pain.

Her face was full of tears in pain, and she begged him huskily, “No, It hurts. Please just let me go.”

“Aaron…”

She reached out in disgrace to pull out a piece of paper from her bag, the case report she had brought

back.

“I have uterine cancer. I'm dying. Don't touch me, I'm in pain.”

Uterine cancer?

Aaron's movements paused. He smiled coolly. His eyes swept through the case report in her hand.

He snatched it over, and threw it to her pale face. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Her face was numb in pain.

She knew that even if she had told him about her illness, he would not believe it.

But Beth still expected that she could get his pity.

“You liar. You make up the urine cancer in order not to get divorced! Why don't you say you're dying

soon?”

She fell on the sofa with pain.

And her husband, like a violent demon, gripped her long hair cruelly.

She was forced to turn her head around and look at him.

His voice was full of anger.

“If you really have cancer, I...”

“Wish you die soon.”

Aaron let go of her with disgust, buttoned the suit, and then left, slamming the door.

Uterine cancer? She was dying? She cheated him. She was a liar, an evil.

The slam of the door made her ears ring.

Her heart was so painful that her mind blurred. She felt cold all over her body as if she was in hell.

His words in her mind rang out repeatedly.

“I wish you die soon.”