Chapter 1003

"Someone died here. Aren't you afraid?" Bianca asked after remaining silent for a few minutes.

"I wasn't the one who killed her, so there's nothing to be afraid of,” Anne said.

Bianca turned to study the innocent look on Anne's face and sneered inwardly, wondering if Anne

was fearless simply because she was a fool.

Bianca faced Anne with tears in her eyes and walked toward Anne gloomily. "Anne, I don't have a

family anymore, but you still have your kids. Can you give Anthony back to me?"

"What..." Anne was shocked

"I love Anthony, and he loves me as well. Can't you let us be together?”

Anne looked away with a troubled expression as she refused. "This has nothing to do with me. It's

Anthony wh-"

"You are avoiding Anthony, right?" Bianca asked and knew that she had guessed right after seeing

the anxious look in Anne's eyes. "Anthony told me that you've been avoiding him and he hasn't had

the chance to talk about the divorce. Anne, you can't do this. There's no point in running. You have

to face reality!"

Anne took two steps back and shook her head frantically. "I had his children, so why would he

divorce me..."

"Because he loves me. He is done with pretending to love you!" Bianca said, her words stabbing into

Anne's heart like sharp blades.

Anne had always known that Anthony did not love her and was rendered speechless.

Bianca fell to her knees and Anne backed away. "What...what are you doing? Get up..."

"No! I can kneel to you for Anthony's sake!" Bianca said. "Anne, you can't be this selfish! Anthony

isn't happy with you!"

"I...I don't know. Don't make me..." Anne turned around, her mind a mess and her heart sinking into

her stomach.

Bianca narrowed her eyes viciously and stood to grab Anne by the arm. "Anne, let us be happy,

okay? Anthony didn't mean to marry you and he regrets it now. Anne, I'm begging you!"

"Let go..." Pained by Bianca's nails digging into her flesh, she struggled to get away.

"Ah!" Bianca fell backward, her head bumping onto the corner of the coffee table. She collapsed

dizzily and whimpered, "Ugh..."

Stunned, Anne stood anxiously as she watched Bianca and the blood stain on Bianca's head.

Bianca leaned on the coffee table and got up. "Why...why did you push me? Are you trying to kill

me? I know that you want me dead because you want him to yourself..."

"No...no, I didn't mean to..." She had not noticed that Bianca let go of her arm, or she would not

have shoved her that roughly.

"How did I fall, then?" Sharp pain pierced through Bianca's forehead and she could sense that

something was scrolling down her face. She reached up and was shocked to realize that it was

blood. "B-blood. Help! Someone is trying to kill me!"

"S-stop shouting. I didn't mean to!" Anne paled.

"I'm telling Anthony, Anne. He is so protective of me that he will never forgive you. He's going to

divorce you!"

Fear overwhelmed Anne at the moment as she thought dazedly, “That's right, Anthony won't forgive

me and he's going to divorce me. What should I do..."

She thought back to how she was left in the holding cell after Dorothy's death and could not

imagine what would happen this time.