They Framed Me for Trading Then I Took Their Hospital Novel - Chapter 43

Chapter 16 "I threw it away," A throw pillow hit him square in the face, followed by Diana's screeching voice. "You threw it away and didn't even bother to buy another?! Charles Foster, are you really this useless? Do you even love me at all? How can you be so terrible at comforting someone?!" Charles remained calm. "If you want the bag back, then remarry me." A flash of irritation crossed Diana's otherwise flawless face. She was about to lash out when Charles gave a bitter smile. "Too bad you can't do that. So let's call it quits." He turned to leave, but Diana grabbed him by the arm.

Her voice was still that same entitled, defiant tone "What's that supposed to mean, Charles? You used me? Slept with me and now you're running off?" Charles met her gaze, speaking slowly and clearly. "We didn't sleep together. You drugged me. I had the hospital run tests. Nothing happened." "And I'm not with you because you're still married to Jonathan Green." "Evan is my son. I'd willingly spend every last cent to save him. But Diana, there's no need to keep hurting me over and over again. In all these years,ve given you more than enough." A flicker of panic crossed Diana's eyes.

"You-you found out?" Charles's expression darkened. "Yeah, But I'm not even surprised. This isn't your first time betraying a marriage." He yanked his arm free and walked away. Chapter 16 A Mission to Rewrite History - A Western for 8-12-vear olds 38.05% Behind him, Diana shouted in frustration. "So what if I haven't divorced Jonathan? We could still be together! Charles Foster, I was the woman you loved most! Don't pretend this is about legality-what you really want is to dump me for that lowly maid Vivian Bennett! Just admit it!" Charles froze in place.

He turned slightly, gaze sharp as ice. "Vivian is my wife. I'd suggest you show her some respect. And from now on, if I ever hear you use that kind of language again-about her or what you did to Evan-I'll make sure you answer for both." Diana's face twisted. "How can you say that to me, Charles?! I knew it! You've fallen for her! She must've whispered something to you behind my back, didn't she?!" "She's got no money, no looks, no figure-she's nothing compared to me! What do you see in her? Are you blind?!" Charles shut the door in her face, cutting off her shrill voice.

He never thought he'd reach a day where he was utterly fed up with Diana Schuyler. All these years, her arrogance, selfishness, and coldness had never changed. And yet somehow, the old Charles Foster had tolerated all of it. Her flaws, in his eyes, used to feel like endearing quirks-like a spoiled kitten guarding its food. But now? Now, just hearing her scream, just seeing that smug, self-righteous face made his whole body tense with disgust. Every ounce of patience he once had for her had been worn down to dust over the past six years.