Chapter 3My Husband Fed Me Abortion Pills Despite My Infertility, Now He's Driven Mad with Regret

I don't know when I fell asleep.

When I was awakened by the sound of the door opening, my head was still groggy.

But the next second I woke up.

Alexander had come back, holding hands tightly with Isabelle.

Compared to the last time I saw her, the woman looked even more beautiful, as if she had been well-nourished.

The clothes she wore were of the same quality as mine, obviously from the same master's hand.

And on her neck, she wore the auction piece from a while ago - the diamond necklace called "Heart of the Deep Sea", said to be the only one in the world.

It seems Alexander has been treating her well these past few days.

I just didn't expect them to come back so soon.

I suddenly felt my throat go dry.

Facing Alexander again, what rose in my heart was actually hatred.

Before I could react, Alexander had already brought Isabelle in front of me.

He naturally brushed away the stray hairs on Isabelle's forehead, his eyes full of tenderness.

When he turned his face, his expression had already cooled:

"Olivia Johnson, apologize to Isabelle."

He cut off my escape route, forced my father to death, forcibly aborted my child, and caused my mother to be admitted to the ICU.

Now, he wanted me to apologize to his mistress.

I couldn't understand, really couldn't understand.

Why could Alexander be so cruel to me, to this wife who had loved him for thirteen years?

Seeing no reaction from me, Alexander yanked me up from the sofa, forcing my head to face Isabelle.

"I said, apologize to Isabelle."

"Don't make me say it a third time."

Alexander's tone became impatient.

He was a successful businessman with many tactics for dealing with opponents.

I just never thought these tactics would one day be used on me.

Isabelle bit her lower lip, lowering her eyes.

Seeing that I still wouldn't speak after a long time, she timidly glanced at me and spoke with a grieved tone:

"Alexander, don't be like this."

"It's right for Sister Olivia to despise me, it's my fault, I shouldn't have fallen in love with you."

She said this, but I clearly saw the challenge in her eyes.

Alexander became even more pitying towards her, lightly patting her hand to comfort her.

When he looked at me again, his eyes had already become dangerous.

Thinking of my mother still in the ICU, I still lowered my head.

Bending my body to a 90-degree angle, I sincerely apologized to Isabelle:

"I'm sorry, Miss Taylor, my family shouldn't have treated you like that."

"Please forgive me."

Isabelle pretended to be surprised, covering her mouth and waving her hands saying it was okay.

After saying this, she turned to Alexander and pouted:

"Alexander, I want to rest for a bit, can I?"