Chapter 117

As noon approached, the sound of shattering dishes reverberated through the Welch family’s villa.

“Marc...” murmured a woman pitifully.

Before Molly could finish, Marc flung her onto the dining table, his scent laced with alcohol.

Molly winced as her back hit the marble table, a stifled grunt escaping her lips. But Marc showed no mercy.

His forceful hold on her was accompanied by a murmur of Lula’s name.

His voice was so intimate, but Molly’s heart sank to the bottom.

It had been just over a month since they got married, but whether it was day or day or night, Marc would either be drunk or angry whenever he faced her.

All along, the only woman in his heart was Lula.

From the start, he didn’t want to marry Molly.

“Mare, open your eyes. I’m Molly, not Lula!” Molly suddenly lifted her head and stared down at Marc.

She couldn’t take it anymore, having received enough disappointment.

Marc pushed her away, disgust written all over his face.

“You're not worthy of mentioning Lula’s name!” he barked.

Molly instinctively protected her body. Tears welled up in her eyes, refusing to fall.

Marc was shaken by her stubborn gaze, his heart aching.

In fact, he had known all along who he was holding.

At Nora’s birthday party a month ago, Molly had drugged him and slept with him, forcing him to marry her. The thought of it angered him so much that he had deliberately muttered Lula’s name just now.

At that time, he couldn’t understand why Molly would do such a thing to him. It wasn’t until the Haynes family came looking for him for money that he understood. She had done this to help her family out of their crisis.

That college girl who used to follow him around had become a vicious woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

“Molly, who are you trying to convince with this act? | know how vicious you are. If it weren’t for you deliberately drugging me and sleeping with me, | wouldn’t have been separated from Lula.

“| remember the pain Lula suffered, and | won't let you off the hook,” he spat.

“I've told you that | didn’t do that, but you never...”

Molly was full of pain and wanted to explain, but Marc impatiently tore her clothes apart.

Accompanied by a scream, Molly was pushed off the table and fell to the ground.

Marc’s following words then crushed the last bit of hope she had for him.

“You've done all of this just to make me sleep with you, so what difference does it make whether you wear this outfit or not?”

Marc sneered, his sinister gaze making him look scary.

Molly lowered her head and remained silent, biting down hard on her TINO.

She had grown used to Marc’s insults.

Her enthusiasm had died down.

Harriet was right. Molly knew that Marc didn’t love her. So why wasn’t she seeking a divorce?

“Mare, let’s get a divorce,” Molly said, bearing the pain.

She got up and looked at Marc with calm, cold eyes.

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