Chapter 1071:
That night, Talia stepped out of the shower and returned to the bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw her fiancé, Nichol Moore, sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. Startled, she instinctively asked, “When did you get back?”
Nichol ignored her question, his fingers moving quickly as he checked through all her apps.
Talia clutched the hem of her clothes, her eyes fixated on his every move. Even though she had deleted the call history with Pierre, unease clawed at her chest, and a cold sweat broke across her skin. Nichol was a cunning man with a violent streak. If he noticed anything out of place, who knew how he would react?
Forcing herself to appear calm, Talia turned away to dry her hair.
Minutes passed. After what felt like an eternity, Nichol put Talia’s phone down and stared at her back. The sound of it landing on the bed was soft, yet it made Talia flinch. She had no idea what had triggered this behavior—or why he was acting so strange again.
Halfway through drying her hair, Nichol suddenly appeared behind her. Without a word, he grabbed the hairdryer from her hands and shoved her toward the vanity.
Talia let out a soft cry. The sharp scent of smoke, alcohol, and women’s perfume clung to Nichol, swirling into a nauseating cloud that made her stomach twist.
Talia felt sick, so much so that she nearly threw up her dinner. She had no desire to have sex with him. But today, Nichol was like a man possessed, drunk on rage and insistent on getting what he wanted.noveldrama
Talia pushed him away, desperation in her voice. “I’m pregnant, Nichol! What are you doing?”
“It’s already been three months. Can’t I touch you yet?” Nichol shouted, his voice laced with fury. “Then find a few women to take care of my needs!”
Talia’s anger flared. “Go find them yourself!”
She tried to shove him aside and escape, but Nichol’s hand shot out, grabbing her by the hair. Before she could react, he slammed her head hard against the mirror. “Who do you think you are?” he hissed, venom in his voice. “If you don’t want to sleep with me, who do you want? Your first love?”
Talia gasped, the pain radiating through her skull as she struggled to breathe. But his words struck deeper than the blow, leaving her frozen. She stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked.
Nichol’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his expression almost devilish. “Did you think I wouldn’t know just because you deleted the records? I heard every word you said to that guy.”
A chill shot through Talia’s entire body, her heart sinking into her stomach. Her hands trembled involuntarily. He knew everything? How could he know? Was there a bug in her phone?
Terrified of Nichol’s drunken state, Talia couldn’t stop shaking. She pressed her trembling hands against his chest, desperately trying to push him away.
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