My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 155: What Memorial Archway to Erect?

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: What Memorial Archway to Erect?

Alexander Johnson’s eyes burned red, an ominous aura of hostility emanating from every inch of his body.

His stance was like that of a devil awakening from hell, terrifying and unnerving.

Chloe Simpson had never seen Alexander in such a horrifying state before.

What shocked her even more were the words Alexander spat out.

What did he mean by "What do I count as to you?"

His grip on her was so tight; his voice hoarse as he screamed at her. He truly resembled a man consumed by bitter love for years, wounded time and time again by her.

This moment left Chloe completely stunned.

But that was all it did to her.

Who was Alexander Johnson after all? With his noble status as the Crown Prince of the Capital Circle, how could he claim to love her bitterly and be hurt?

What a ridiculous joke.

It was her—she had been forced, cornered with no way out, constantly pushed into impossible situations by him.

And now, what? Chloe’s overwhelming feeling was that these wealthy people really had a knack for flipping truths upside-down.

Driving her into such dire straits, only to turn around and accuse her instead.

Or perhaps Alexander was drunk, utterly intoxicated, his ramblings far from rational. How could anyone believe the words of someone drunk?

"Heh, Alexander Johnson, you’re drunk. I don’t want to say anything more to you right now."

Chloe pushed Alexander away, trying to leave.

There was no way Alexander would let her go. He reached out and pulled her back forcefully.

With a sudden "bang," Chloe’s back slammed hard against the glass.

Her entire back was searing with pain, tears almost spilling out of her eyes.

"Ah!"

She bit back the pain, standing there frozen for a long moment before she regained her composure.

"Alexander Johnson, if you want to get drunk and act insane, lock yourself in this room alone and do it. Don’t drag me into it!"

The pain was unbearable for Chloe, worse than anything she’d ever experienced in her entire life. Instinctively, she shouted at him.

"Don’t drag you into it? No, Chloe, I will drag you into it. Not only that—I’ll make sure you lose your mind alongside me."

Alexander seemed wholly provoked, grabbing Chloe’s shoulders and pressing her tightly against the glass. Then, he began to act.

"Let me go! Alexander Johnson!"

Chloe instinctively tried to resist, but Alexander didn’t leave her any opportunity to fight back.

As if deaf to her protests, he yanked at her clothing and crouched down.

He started at her lower abdomen without hesitation.

Chloe knew it deep down. She understood perfectly. Choosing to live under Alexander’s roof meant she had to be prepared for all of this.

But for some inexplicable reason tonight, she just couldn’t bring herself to let Alexander touch her!

She fought back tooth and nail, using every ounce of strength she had.

This, in turn, led Alexander to resort to an even more direct form of restraint.

He tugged down the sheer curtain in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, grabbed Chloe’s hands, raised them above her head, and bound them tightly together, fixing them securely above.

"Alexander Johnson, this is rape! I can press charges against you!"

Now Chloe was genuinely panicked.

"Press charges? Sure, go ahead."

Alexander nodded lightly and suddenly laughed.

He stopped everything he was doing, stood up straight, and locked eyes with Chloe’s gaze filled with hatred. "Go ahead and report me, and while you’re at it, tell the judge how you borrowed my $100,000 and proactively suggested moving in with me."

"..."

Chloe’s lips clamped shut, her teeth embedded into her lower lip as her face turned ashen. She was utterly speechless, completely unable to refute him.

Seeing her like this, Alexander smirked victoriously and resumed his actions.

Drunk and furious, consumed by years of fruitless longing and the repressed emotions of recent times, all his agony spilled out unchecked, fueled by the alcohol.

"Chloe, don’t tell me you don’t want this. If you truly didn’t want it, felt absolutely nothing, then you wouldn’t have suggested moving in with me."

"And every single time we’ve been together before, I could clearly feel just how strongly your body reacted. If you’re going to act like a slut, don’t bother pretending to be virtuous!"