029｜Chapter Twenty-Nine - What do you want to do?
—Is she pregnant?
After a few days, Xiaoyue didn't leave her bedroom for a while.
Diaz may be much gentler than before, but her endurance is still unimaginable. She had just finished her postpartum confinement, and her back ached as if it had been broken and reassembled. By the fourth time, she could barely feel her legs, not to mention her incredibly hoarse voice.
The warm spring sun shone into the bedroom's French windows, showering Xiaoyue without obstruction. Diaz happened to push the door open from the outside and witnessed this "delicious" scene, his expression darkening even more.
Hearing the door open, Xiaoyue slightly raised her head and looked towards the doorway.
"What, still can't get up?" His voice carried a clear hint of mockery as he steadily walked to the bedside, carrying a tray of food. He placed the carefully prepared meal down, helped her sit up, and said, "Why don't I feel tired at all?"
Looking at that smug, self-satisfied expression, Xiaoyue rolled her eyes and said with a twitching mouth, "We did it four times last night... my back is about to fall apart."
However, Diaz thought this wasn't a complaint, but rather a way of being affectionate.
He laughed as he pulled her into his arms, then pulled the dinner plate from the bedside table and placed it on her lap.
"Is this a compliment to your husband for being amazing, hmm?" He picked up a piece of toasted European bread, spread it with soft, savory, golden butter, and gently brought it to her lips. "Or is this just you being affectionate... to show you like it?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyue almost spat out the bread she had just bitten into.
Diaz was amused by her reaction, his deep laughter echoing in his chest, hearty and sincere. He patted her back lightly and added, "Looks like I was right."
Such sweet mornings have become a routine activity almost every morning.
But these beautiful bubbles are always incredibly fragile and illusory—
noon.
Xiaoyue sat on the edge of the bed collecting breast milk, while Diaz leaned against the headboard, scrolling through his phone and waiting, staying by Xiaoyue's side at all times.
But at that moment, a notification popped up on his phone.
His originally calm expression turned into a deep frown after seeing the content, his features became increasingly dark, and even the knuckles of his fingers gripping the phone turned white from the force, making a series of "clicking" sounds.
Even the air felt oppressive at that moment, as if it had dropped to freezing point, making it difficult to breathe.
Xiaoyue slowly turned her head to look at Diaz and asked softly, "Honey... what happened?"
Faced with her concern, he remained silent for a few seconds, glancing at the report on the screen—
"Boss, we've located Mary Silver. We sent men to arrest her last night. Would you like to come to headquarters?"
Should he tell Xiaoyue about this?
Blue eyes, ignited with hope from the ashes, were fixed on him. They were the light that had once borne pain, tears, and even been snatched back from the jaws of death. This time…
He didn't want to lose that look in his eyes, which held all his trust and love, again.
"Listen to me." Diaz seemed to be struggling with his own thoughts, or like a big boy afraid of being scolded. He observed Xiaoyue's expression, took a few deep breaths unconsciously, and spoke slowly.
"We've found her..."
"That woman named 'Mary'."
Upon hearing that name, which sounded as piercing as an ice pick, Xiaoyue's brows immediately furrowed—
The woman who used drugs and schemes to tear her and Diaz apart, and then evaded justice for nearly a year, has finally been found.
"I can leave the handling of this woman to you." Diaz's eyes suddenly deepened, and he gently lifted her fingertip and kissed it.
"She made you hurt yourself, hurt me, and hurt Mark..." His tone carried a rare tenderness and vulnerability, a side he only showed in front of Xiaoyue. "You are the one most qualified to decide her life or death."
However, he suddenly paused for a moment, then used his fingertips to lift Xiaoyue's chin, making her look at him.
"But I have no intention of letting her go." His tone suddenly became serious, even carrying a cold resolve. "So don't even think about forgiving her."
Xiaoyue looked at him, her eyes trembling slightly. She gave a soft hum, then narrowed her eyes. The lake-like blue of her eyes was colder than the deepest tide at this moment. "...Don't worry."
"I have never been a saint, and I would never let a woman who hurt my husband get away with it." Her tone was very firm, with a sharpness that even Diaz had never seen before.
At this moment, she is like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, finally able to proudly spread her wings.
Diaz gently brushed her chin with his fingertips, circling her skin at an extremely slow pace, like the most blatant provocation, or like watching a wild beast bare its fangs.
"Oh……"
Finally, he chuckled softly.
"As expected of my woman... fucking sexy." He lowered his head, feeling their breaths mingle, and moved closer to her lips, but didn't actually kiss her. "I love your eyes right now."
As he spoke, he moved closer to her lips, starting with a light touch and gradually deepening the kiss.
"That's right... You are my 'wife,' and whatever decision you make, I will support you from behind." Their lips intertwined, their breathing gradually becoming disordered. After a long while, he finally released his fragrant breath and whispered.
The next second, Diaz moved his feet and got out of bed to change. Looking at Xiaoyue's exposed breasts, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he unconsciously licked his lips. With deep, unwavering eyes, he looked directly at her, "...Don't rush, my lady, I will ensure this feast of revenge is won..."
"You are the only protagonist."
Afterwards, he personally selected a gorgeous dress for Xiaoyue, adorning her with dazzling jewels. He then helped her into the black luxury car, picked up his phone, and whispered, "I'm off. Take that woman to the torture chamber."
It has to be said that Xiaoyue's feelings were very complicated at this moment.
She had considered a thousand ways to take revenge, and even the most cruel methods might not be able to quell her hatred. But when revenge seemed so real, so real that it could be done in ten minutes, she didn't know what to do.
It's not that I intend to forgive her, but rather how to ensure this woman doesn't die.
Only by living can one bear the guilt and feel the pain.
Diaz, who was standing to the side, seemed to notice Xiaoyue's silence. He gently took her hand, intertwined his fingers, and lightly kissed the side of her hair. "Whatever you're thinking, I'll make sure no one dares to say a word to you."
She returned the handshake with Diaz and nodded.
From this moment on, she was no longer the woman who came from a brothel and could only live a passive life, but Xiaoyue, who personally chose to stand shoulder to shoulder with the man she loved and transformed into "Godfather's wife".
Diaz is proving the power of this statement in his own way.
As the luxury car pulled into the headquarters' basement, it was still filled with subordinates, who were lined up to welcome their boss and his wife. Diaz opened the car door first, and Xiaoyue, dressed in a black silk dress, followed him out, taking his arm as they walked towards the elevator.
The atmosphere along the way was like the calm before the storm; no one uttered a word, nor did anyone waste a single step or glance. Their destination remained clear: the door to the so-called "torture room."
With a loud "bang!", Diaz kicked the iron door open violently.
A bloated figure knelt on the central concrete ground, his long brown curly hair disheveled like a pile of weeds, his full, crimson lips bearing several bite marks, and his once clear black and white eyes now tinged with a blood-red madness.
"Dias...Dias...You've finally appeared!" The woman in front of her screamed frantically, her knees, which were half-kneeling, were already bleeding from the cuts, but she still didn't give up trying to move towards the door.
This woman was none other than Mary Silver, who had vanished without a trace after being drugged that day.
However, what was most shocking was not just that, but the curve of her lower abdomen—
"...She's pregnant?"
Xiaoyue's firm resolve for revenge was slapped mercilessly by her swollen belly, leaving her mind buzzing and blank.
"Hahaha! That's right!" Mary laughed maniacally, proudly thrusting out her pregnant belly as if to protect it. "It's your husband's child! You slut!"
"I'm pregnant with his child, so you can just wait to be divorced! Hahahaha—"
She clenched her fists so tightly that she could feel her nails digging into her palms. An indescribable anger was spreading in her chest. If it weren't for the woman in front of her, she would never have felt such intense anger in her entire life.
In the very next second—
"Smack!"
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