Unwilling Trophy Wife (Serena and Victor) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Eliza lowered her head, nervously glancing up at Victor’s face.

She noticed his furrowed brow had softened slightly, and her heart skipped a beat. It seemed like she had a chance. Her cries grew even more desperate, the sobs becoming more pitiful.

Tears flooded from her tightly shut eyes, streaking down her cheeks and falling onto the floor, where they splashed softly. Her whole body trembled harder now.

Through soft, broken sobs, Eliza poured out her pain, gripping Victor’s pants tighter with each word.

“Vic, I know I messed up. I shouldn’t have met with Luther behind your back. But I had no choice! Oliver is his son, I couldn’t stop him from seeing his father,” she said, her voice breaking.

She choked on her words, barely able to continue. “Vic, please… forgive me this one time. I swear, I’ll never contact him again.”

Victor watched Eliza trembling on the cold floor, her fragile form hunched over.

The chill of the floor made her thin clothes seem even more inadequate, and his gaze fell to the hand that was gripping his pants with such desperation.

He couldn’t help but think of the child she was carrying. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady, “Get up, and we’ll talk.”

Eliza blinked, surprised by his words. She slowly lifted her head, eyes blurred with tears as she looked at him.

“Vic…” she whispered, calling his name as if testing the waters.

Victor avoided her gaze, his eyes drifting elsewhere as he spoke coldly, “It’s cold on the floor. Get up first.”

Realizing what he meant, Eliza quickly released his pants leg and shakily stood up. Oliver stood up with her, hiding timidly behind Eliza and peeking at Victor.

“Vic… have you forgiven me?” Eliza asked, her voice uncertain.

Victor, still avoiding her gaze, gave a reluctant nod. Eliza felt a flicker of hope rise within her. Maybe he still trusted her after all.

She quickly seized the opportunity, her voice trembling with emotion. “Vic, thank you for believing in me. I swear, I’ll never see Luther again. It’s just me and Oliver now. We only want to be with you.”

Victor’s eyes flicked to Oliver, who was standing behind Eliza.

He pointed at the boy and said in an icy tone, “He can’t stay here anymore.”

Eliza’s face drained of color. She immediately pulled Oliver closer, fear flooding her voice. “Vic… what are you saying?”

“I can forgive you, but he has to leave,” Victor said, his voice firm and unyielding.

Oliver, hearing that Victor wanted to kick him out, tightened his little arms around Eliza’s neck, his small body trembling as he began to sob softly

Eliza felt Oliver shaking in her arms, and she knew then that Victor had made up his mind.

She had worked so hard to get Victor to forgive her. If things fell apart now because of Oliver, everything she’d done would have been for nothing.

After a long, painful moment of silence, Eliza made the hardest decision she’d ever had to make. “Okay, I’ll agree.

The moment she said those words, Oliver could feel the tension in her body.

He looked up at her, his voice tiny and fragile. “Mom, are you… are you sending me away?”

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