My Childhood Sweetheart Faked Her Death: Now My Husband Begs for ForgivenessChapter 3

I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement, but Dominic did nothing except warn me to behave.

I found some peace, thinking that as long as he stayed away, I might still have a chance at having a child.

It seemed like fate was against me. On Rosalie's birthday, he vented his anger on me again.

In the freezing weather, I was forced to kneel in the center of the banquet hall.

Rosalie's parents stared at me, wishing they could tear me to pieces.

All kinds of unbearable curses poured in. I was powerless to fight back, only able to keep my head down and maintain the kneeling position, hoping time would pass quickly.

Dominic questioned me furiously:

"Is a human life so worthless in your eyes? You're not even willing to sincerely apologize?"

"She was my sister! How could you become like this!"

A person's self-esteem is always inexplicably fragile. At that moment of his questioning, I truly felt betrayed by the whole world.

I didn't understand:

"How many times did I even meet her? How could I have such power to harm her?"

"Who was it that didn't notice her obsession, or perhaps knew but ignored it?"

"Who really killed her? Don't you know?"

"I just want a divorce! Is trading a divorce for an apology so difficult for you?"

"Or is the title of your sister so cheap? Cheap enough to die for?"

His eyes turned red, and he raised his hand high, about to bring it down, but stopped.

The bodyguards picked me up and walked towards the outdoor pool.

It was the same familiar routine, I was tired of it even if he wasn't.

But today was different.

Years of accumulated cold had taken their toll, and I couldn't bear even a bit of coldness.

My pneumonia came and went, and I couldn't save my own body, but at least I wanted to protect this only possible child that might live.

If weakness could exchange for her life, I was willing to bow my head.

Dominic acted unusually:

"Amelia, people always have to pay the price for what they've said and done."

As soon as I touched the bone-chilling water, I couldn't stop shaking.

My head became dizzy, and I crawled forward, wanting to kowtow and apologize to save myself, but was dragged back into the pool where half my body was submerged.

"Dominic! What are you doing?"

A coquettish female voice rang out, and I froze in place.

Rosalie, who had died three years ago, wearing a white gown, walked down the stairs step by step towards Dominic.

"I barely survived, nursed myself back to health, why have I become a dead person in Dominic's words?"