Chapter 2My Husband Fed Me Abortion Pills Despite My Infertility, Now He's Driven Mad with Regret

Isabelle Taylor, a graduate from a prestigious university, showed exceptional work ability as soon as she joined Alexander's company, despite being new to the workplace.

So when Alexander first mentioned her, I was happy for him that he had found such a talent.

I never imagined that in just three months, she would become Alexander's personal secretary.

Alexander took her to the Sky Garden, took her on his private yacht.

He took her hiking on Wugong Mountain, took her to see Zhangjiajie.

All the places he had and hadn't been with me, he took Isabelle to every single one.

When Isabelle was forced to drink by a business partner, Alexander lost his temper for the first time and cut off all business ties between the two companies.

I finally realized something was wrong and hired a private investigator to look into it.

By then, they were no longer hiding it, kissing in public.

With the photos and videos sent by the detective, I slapped Alexander for the first time.

But Alexander just looked at me coldly and said I was ungrateful.

"Olivia Johnson, what are you fighting for against a 20-year-old girl?"

"You've been married into the Wilson family for so many years, when will you grow up a little?"

I never thought there would be a day when I would hear such words from Alexander's mouth.

No wonder Isabelle looked so much like me.

It turns out all his love, all his devotion, was only for a 20-year-old girl.

And my twenties had passed ten years ago.

Just as I had made up my mind to divorce, I found out I was pregnant.

Over the years, I had made many efforts to have a child but to no avail.

This sudden child gave me new hope.

I thought, even if he didn't love me anymore, Alexander would surely love his own child.

I should try again for the sake of the child, to save my family.

But before I could do anything, Alexander brought Isabelle home.

When my father found out, he sent people to drive her to Poland.

He said he would give Alexander one last chance, otherwise we would divorce.

No one could have imagined that Alexander would go so crazy for Isabelle.

My more than ten years of feelings with Alexander couldn't compare to one of Isabelle's fingers.

He didn't even care about his own child.

After my body recovered for two days, I went to a law firm.

But as soon as they heard Alexander Wilson's name, no one dared to take on this commission.

"Mrs. Johnson, it's not that we want to refuse the commission."

"It's just that Mr. Wilson's company has a top-notch legal team, we have no chance of winning."

I hadn't thought of this aspect.

But there was no use troubling the lawyers, I could only leave helplessly.

After marriage, Alexander said he couldn't bear to see me work hard, that I only needed to be the pampered Mrs. Wilson.

I believed his lies and was a housewife for ten years.

And all my social circles came from him, I couldn't find anyone to help.

Alexander now loves Isabelle, and after bringing her back, he should be eager to give her status.

Perhaps I just need to wait for him to speak first.

Back at the villa, I started packing the things I wanted to take away.

After packing for half a day, I found that the things that only related to me were pitifully few.

The gifts Alexander gave me almost filled my room.

In the end, I only put clothes and documents in my suitcase.

My body was already weak, and before the sun had set, I had collapsed on the sofa.