Part 2My Fiancée Got Pregnant From “Swimming”

That night, while packing my bags, I noticed the drawer in my room had been tampered with.

I opened it and gasped.

Inside was a portrait of my mother.

But now, it was splattered with red ink.

The word "BITCH" was scrawled in bright red paint across my mother's face.

Blood surged through me, my chest heaved violently, my mind went blank.

Aside from me, only Chloe had a key to that drawer!

Without thinking, I called Chloe.

My fingers were shaking with rage.

It took me several tries to dial correctly.

The call was answered quickly.

Chloe's voice was languid.

"What's wrong? Realized your mistake? Let's see if you dare to cause trouble with me again."

My eyes bloodshot, I demanded.

"Who told you to touch my drawer?"

The voice on the other end sounded confused. "What drawer?"

"What's in your drawer? I gave all the keys to the villa to Jared. If you're missing anything, ask him."

"Who would touch your junk? You're not trying to frame Jared, are you? Let me tell you, even if you lost something, it's your own fault for not looking after it. Don't try to shift the blame onto others!"

Buzz.

My mind felt like it had been violently slammed. My chest trembled.

"What did you say?"

The call abruptly disconnected.

Years ago, I fell for Chloe, defied my family's objections, and ran away to be with her.

My father was furious, threatening to disown me.

My mother and Mark were also deeply disappointed.

To teach me a lesson, my family cut ties with me.

I, too, stubbornly refused to contact them.

Until last year, when Mark suddenly called to say Mom was gone.

He said she'd tried to call me before she died, wanting me to visit, but for some reason, I hadn't answered.

The night my mother called, I was kneeling in the snow as punishment because Chloe had gotten mad after Jared and I had a small argument.

She had confiscated my phone.

That night, my mother called six times.

I missed every single one.

After Mom passed, I had even less courage to go back home.

Mark had someone secretly slip me a photo of Mom, for me to keep as a memory.

I didn't dare carry the photo on me; I felt too ashamed to face her.

I hid it in that drawer, and whenever I thought of her, I'd touch the drawer.

But this sole keepsake... was destroyed by Jared!

Towering rage, like a fiery serpent, gnawed at me.

I found Jared's house.

He seemed to have already heard the news from Chloe, sitting on the sofa, waiting for me.

My hands clenched into fists, and I lunged at him.

"Jared! How dare you!"

He took the hit, a dark smile twisting his lips.

"Why wouldn't I dare? A bastard from a bitch. You think you're fit to stand next to Chloe?"

"You're just figuring it out now?" He let out a low, grating laugh. "I carved 'BITCH' into your mother' headstone months ago. I thought you knew and were just too much of a coward to face me!"

"Tsk. What a pathetic worm. And I haven't even started on the truly sick stuff. What if I paid your mother's grave another visit..."

My eyes were bloodshot. Rage tore through me.

"Shut up!"

I swung at him, a wild, furious arc.

But the punch didn't land on Jared.

A high heel kicked my kneecap.

It was already an old injury from the shark bite, and now, being kicked again, a searing pain spread from my kneecap.

I looked up.

It was Chloe.

Her eyes churned with a terrifying storm, her sharp gaze like daggers cutting into me.

"Alex, who told you to hit Jared?!"

A flicker of triumph crossed Jared's eyes, quickly hidden, as he clutched his chin.

"Ouch, Chloe, we can't let him off easily this time."

"He lost something and blamed me, saying I took it... I explained, but he wouldn't listen and just rushed over and punched me twice."

Chloe leaned in, her heart aching, and blew on Jared's chin twice.

Then she turned to me, her eyes looking like they wanted to devour me.

My throat was dry, my eyes red.

I thought I had moved on, but my heart still felt torn in two, a deep, intense pain throbbing through me.

"Chloe, do you know, he messed with my mom's..."