My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 154: Chloe Simpson, What Am I to You?

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Chloe Simpson, What Am I to You?

"!"

Alexander Johnson’s breath suddenly stopped. He never expected Chloe Simpson would suddenly say something like this.

"Alexander Johnson, did you hear what I said? I said, why don’t you destroy me? I’m begging you, just end it! I’m in unbearable pain right now, such immense pain."

"I don’t want to endure this kind of suffering any longer. Don’t you love tormenting me? Fine, let me fulfill your wishes today, alright? Go all out—be cruel, as cruel as you can. This way, destroy me completely. Then you won’t have to be angry because of me anymore."

"After all, as the Crown Prince of Capital Circle, you must have had countless women around you all this time. Surely you’re bored of always focusing on me, this one woman. Destroy me, replace me, and I won’t be in agony anymore. Then we’ll both get what we want—a win-win situation! Wouldn’t you agree?"

"Destroy me... I’m begging you, Alexander Johnson, destroy me, please..."

Chloe Simpson gripped Alexander Johnson’s arm tightly, almost as if she’d lost her sanity as she continued to plead incessantly.

"Chloe, you’re insane!"

Seeing Chloe in this state made Alexander Johnson’s heart race uncontrollably. Each beat felt like it was teetering on the edge of a blade.

The veins on his neck bulged one by one, his fury surging. Finally, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He shouted at Chloe and slammed the door as he left.

"Hehehe... Hahahahaha..."

Chloe lay on the bed, listening to the sound of Alexander slamming the door as he left, and burst into wild, hysterical laughter again.

Laughter that tore at her heart. Laughter amidst streams of tears.

"Chloe Simpson, oh Chloe Simpson, what a pathetic existence you lead! How did things escalate to this point?"

"You worked so hard for so many years, got into a top-tier hospital, married a Ph.D. husband—almost all your classmates and friends envied you. But now..."

"Chloe, you’re truly remarkable, turning a hand of good cards into utter mess. And now, everything is over! Perfect—absolutely wonderful!"

Chloe wept and laughed, her state spiraling into madness. She didn’t know how long she kept going until exhaustion robbed her of even the strength to speak, and she finally stopped.

At that moment, a jagged streak of lightning cracked through the sky.

Followed by a torrential downpour spilling relentlessly.

Chloe turned her head to look at the gloomy skies outside, and the pouring rain.

The rain was heavy, so devastatingly heavy—it was a kind of rain she hadn’t seen in recent days.

Ha, how fitting of the heavens indeed.

Moreover, the rain continued to intensify, becoming heavier and heavier with no intention whatsoever of stopping.

It was as if the sky had collapsed, and floodwaters were bursting in—all-encompassing. Drenching and drowning everything in the world.

To be honest, at that moment, Chloe really wished such was the case.

The sky would collapse, a deluge would immerse everything, wiping away all that existed in this world. Let the Earth crumble and be destroyed!

But as her thoughts wandered, for some reason, watching the rain endlessly battering the world outside, her heart gradually calmed down.

She just lay there, gazing out at the torrential rain pouring down outside the window.

Time passed—long or short, she couldn’t quite tell—as waves of fatigue crept up on her. Slowly, drowsiness overtook her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

In this slumber, she felt as though she had slept for an eternity.

An eternity long enough to dream several distinct dreams.

Dreams about her and Alexander Johnson, and Lucas Hughes—a tangled web binding the three of them together, pushing and pulling endlessly.

In the final moments of the dreams, she returned to her childhood, meeting Lucas Hughes as a child, as they became inseparable childhood friends.

She was incredibly happy in that world, during that time—it was just her and Lucas Hughes, no Alexander Johnson.

Yet, as the dreams went on, even the youthful version of Lucas Hughes slowly morphed into Alexander Johnson’s face.

"Ah!"

Chloe screamed aloud as she jerked awake, drenched head to toe in cold sweat.

At the same time, the door burst open with a loud bang.

Outside the window, the rain continued pouring unabated as Alexander Johnson, reeking of alcohol, stormed in.

Chloe instinctively wanted to leave the room, but as soon as she stood and took a step, Alexander was already there, pinning her against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Chloe! Why are you treating me this way?"

Alexander’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression like that of a wounded child, questioning Chloe with an aggrieved voice.

He remembered—years ago, during their first meeting, the rain was just as heavy, just as fierce.

"!" Chloe was stunned.

What did he mean by asking why she treated him this way?

Every single time, it was him who drove her to the edge of despair.

Just as Chloe was about to speak, Alexander shouted at her again, "Chloe, do you love Alexander Johnson that much? Huh?! Then what about me? What am I supposed to be?!"