"I said Harlan is better than you. He is a hundred times, a thousand times better than you. Is that enough?" Anger had stripped Calla of her rationality at this point. She was shouting at Mercer at the top of her lungs.Calla's words made Mercer's veins bulge, and his eyes grew cold. She watched as he breathed heavily. She felt some satisfaction from having dealt him a harsh blow. Yet fear dominated her emotions as his icy countenance terrified her.Mercer tightened his grip on Calla's shoulders, and her face contorted in pain. But she stubbornly only frowned, refusing to cry out or show any sign of weakness."Do you realize you're pregnant? You're carrying my child, and yet you go out to mess around with other men. Are you even fit to be a wife or a mother? Don't you know you're a married woman?" Mercer roared at her.Calla was shaken so violently that she felt dizzy. Her shoulder blades felt like they were about to be crushed under his grip. She instinctively used both hands
Life had to go on regardless. Zoey had changed majors, and her aspirations were clear. She aimed to become a certified public accountant and even asked for a few basic accounting books for herself.Calla struggled to get up, but still grabbed her bag to head out. In truth, she was intentionally defying Mercer's authority. He didn't want her to leave the residence, so she was determined to go out—acting out of spite.Seeing Calla putting on her shoes in the foyer, Jasmine hurried over to stop her. "Mrs. Garland, you can't go out. Mr. Garland gave specific instructions not to let you.""He has no right to restrict my freedom." Calla ignored Jasmine and continued putting on her shoes.Out of desperation, Jasmine stood in the doorway, spreading her arms to block Calla's path. "Mrs. Garland, what if Mr. Garland blames me? I can't bear the consequences.""If he gets wind of this, tell him to come to me. I'll handle it," Calla said. She pushed past Jasmine and left without looking back.
"It seems your ex-girlfriend didn't tell you she came to see me," Calla said coldly."Sophie came to see you?" Mercer looked surprised as he reached out and grabbed Calla's wrist."Don't touch me!" Calla tried to shake his hand off.Mercer held her hand firmly but without the bone-crushing force he used yesterday.The next moment, Mercer suddenly grinned."What's so funny?" Calla thought he was extremely unpredictable. Moments ago, he had been yelling loudly enough to bring the roof down. Now, he was laughing."You're jealous!" Mercer said. His eyes fixed on Calla."You... What nonsense are you talking about? Who's jealous?" His words made Calla flustered. She hurriedly denied it but didn't dare look into his eyes—because he was right. Her reactions these past few days had been driven by jealousy. But besides a marriage that was only in name, what right did she have to be jealous? He didn't love her.Calla's reaction pleased Mercer a little. He reached out to grab her chi
"Yes. Can I help you?" Calla nodded, not recognizing the girl.The girl pulled out an ID card from her bag, glanced at it, then looked up to compare the picture with Calla's face before smiling. "You stayed at our hotel a week ago. You were in a rush and left your ID at the front desk."Realization suddenly hit Calla as she looked at the ID the girl handed over.Calla had cried her heart out when Sophie visited her that day. Alicia called her right then. Instead of meeting outside, they found a hotel near the cafe where they could stay for the afternoon.As Calla hadn't needed her ID in the past few days, she didn't even realize she had left it at the hotel."Thank you. By the way, how did you know I live here?" Calla accepted the ID and asked curiously.The girl put on a small smile. "The hotel is nearby. I saw you enter this neighborhood when I passed by last time, so I asked the security guard at the entrance. He told me your unit number.""I see," Calla said gratefully. Losi
Mercer seemed to recall something the next moment. He let go of Calla's hand, stormed over to the couch, and grabbed Calla's bag before fishing out her phone."What are you doing with my phone?" Calla asked, unsure of Mercer's intentions. She moved to snatch it back.Mercer raised his arm, making it impossible for Calla to reach the phone. After a brief struggle, she realized she couldn't get it back no matter what. Knowing there were no secrets on her phone, she crossed her arms over her chest and sat on the couch, deciding not to fight.However, her initial attempt to take the phone made Mercer even more suspicious. He opened the phone, first checking the messages and then the call log.When he saw the call log, Mercer's expression grew darker. He held the phone to Calla's face, demanding, "What's this?"Calla glanced dismissively at the call log. It showed Harlan's name. There were five or six calls between them over the past few days.Knowing Mercer was jumping to conclusio
Mercer's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he noticed everything happening from the corner of his eye.The car continued to drive out to the suburbs and suddenly took the winding road up Butterfly Hill, a well-known location outside Riverford.Seeing the car heading up the mountain, Calla exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you taking me to Butterfly Hill?"Mercer, resting with his eyes closed, ignored Calla's question.Calla had no choice but to address Simon, who was driving. "Mr. Beck, stop the car. I want to get out!"With a conflicted expression, Simon replied, "Mrs. Garland, I can't stop the car without Mr. Garland's orders."Calla's face turned pale with anger at those words. However, she knew there was nothing she could do. She decided to remain silent and see what Mercer was up to.After more than half an hour on the road, the car—nearing the summit—suddenly turned into what appeared to be a neighborhood of villas.Located at the peak of Butterfly Hill, the area was dense with
As Mercer said, Jasmine arrived at the mountain villa with Calla's personal belongings that evening.Jasmine cooked egg pasta for Calla's dinner. However, Calla was too angry to have any appetite.Dawn arrived after a restless night.Calla stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, overlooking the entire courtyard. As the weather in the mountains was much colder than in the city, she had a robe draped over her shoulders. The rays from the morning sun in the mountains were particularly beautiful and serene, but she was in no mood to appreciate it.The Othopian-styled villa had luxurious decor and furniture. Even the crystal glasses for drinking water were imported. The floors were covered with wool rugs. Although it was midsummer in Riverford, it was damp and cold on the mountaintop. At night, Calla had to cover herself with thick blankets to stay warm.Mercer had certainly found an exquisite cage to lock her in.Besides loneliness and solitude, Calla also felt
Raising her eyes to look at the pitch-black sky outside, Calla wondered how she was going to get through this long night on an empty stomach. If she had known this protest would be so difficult, she would have hidden some food in the residence in advance, so she could sneak a bit at night and not feel so miserable.Calla touched her belly and quietly comforted the baby inside her. "My child, you must hold on! It's all your foolish mother's fault for not having a proper strategy."Seeing Calla continue her resistance, Jasmine finally had no choice but to leave the room with the food. Calla could only look out into the endless night and sigh.When Calla's stomach was growling with hunger at around 8:30 pm, there was suddenly the sound of heavy footsteps outside, and then the door was kicked open.Startled, Calla looked up, only to see Mercer glumly storming in.Mercer's first sentence upon getting to the bedside was, "Are you using my child as an excuse for you to act out?"Calla