His Personal Fucktoy? This Doll Just Snatched His Strings... And His World Is Unraveling novel Chapter 39

Chapter 8

“I love you, Gianna.”

“I love you, I really do.”

“My love for you is real.”

“Can we not get a divorce?”

He kept repeating it.

It was as if, by saying this, everything that had happened over the past two years–the cheating, the betrayal–could somehow be erased.

The more I thought about it, the more it felt like the last two years had been a lie.

The music app where we spent over 300 hours listening to songs together.

The little things I never took part in.

They were all sweet moments shared between him and her.

Even back in school, I only once took Austin’s headphones off and asked him, “What are you listening to?”

He told me he was listening to Taylor Swift’s *Lover*.

Later on, he grew tired of *Lover*.

But with her, he listened to *Everything I Do*, and never grew bored of it, no matter how

many times they played it.

She left messages for him on the music app:

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“Austin, if I could, I would want to be by your side every day.”

His responses were always brief. Sometimes just a “Hmm.”

Other times, he called her cute.

Even when they weren’t together every day, her presence was everywhere in his life.

I asked him, “What about the 24 pieces of lingerie?”

Finally, he realized I had discovered those orders.

His breath trembled as he answered.

After all these years of marriage, he had never bought me a single piece of lingerie.

I had thought he was too dull, but little did I know, he had been whispering sweet nothings to other women all along.

“Half a million to open a dessert shop?”

“Listening to music together on the app…”

Tears blurred my vision, and I could almost see that young boy who once warmed my stomach with his hand, whispering *Lover* in my ear.

“Was that all fake too?”

Austin was filled with regret, fumbling over his words, trying to explain, begging for my forgiveness:

“She just graduated, she doesn’t have money… I…“.

No money, so he bought her lingerie.

No money, so he changed her house.

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No money, so he opened a dessert shop for her.

It was all my fault.

I thought, maybe, just maybe, he would repent.

Austin immediately stood up, wiping my tears away, “I’ll have her throw all those lingerie

away. Please, stop crying. When I see you cry, it hurts…”

Those hands–just recently, they had been gripping Stella’s waist.

“Get out!”

I ran to the bathroom and vomited until I thought the world was spinning.

Austin followed closely behind.

His concern was evident, but there was also a strange glint in his eyes, as if he had just

found a lifeline.

“Gianna, if I’m not mistaken, your period still hasn’t come this month, it matches the dates

from last month…”

“Gianna, this is amazing. You’re pregnant! We’re going to have a baby!”

The world seemed to crumble.

I couldn’t even describe how I felt.

The man who had stood by me through all the hardships seemed to have already fallen

apart at some point.

“So what?”

His face was flushed, his excitement spilling over as he imagined the future with our child, as if the argument just now had never happened..

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“So, can we not get a divorce?”

“You don’t want our child to be born without a father, do you?”

“Trust me, I will be a good father.”

I slapped him across the face.

But he smiled, pressing my hand against his cheek, encouraging me to hit him again.

“Wife, as long as it makes you feel better, you can hit me as much as you want.”

He begged me not to divorce him.

The child growing inside me became a shackle around my neck.

Austin slowly tightened the noose, trying to pull me back into his arms.

An idea suddenly came to me–a brilliant one.

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