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Chapter 178: Those Three Years, I Really Was Such a Bastard

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Those Three Years, I Really Was Such a Bastard

Christopher Hart was stunned—was this really happening?

When he didn’t speak, Amelia Garcia’s cold laughter grew even sharper, "Which man, with a new love pregnant, would still want anything to do with his ex-wife? If I went to find you, what if you forced me to have an abortion?"

He roared, "Am I that much of a bastard?!"

"Who knows... When a man falls out of love, what can’t he do? I once thought I understood you, but during our three years of marriage, your coldness and estrangement towards me were like you had become a completely different person. I’ve been utterly disappointed in you for a long time, with no expectations left."

Listening to her cold and quiet accusations, watching the silence filled in her eyes—as if they were ashes that didn’t even retain warmth after burning—he finally understood the deep despair his mistrust had caused this woman.

The room suddenly became quiet.

It was as though the whole world had calmed down after a violent storm.

Reminiscing about the past, Christopher Hart felt completely drained, and the hand gripping her shoulder lost its strength.

"It’s not like that..." He shook his head, his profound eyes filled with intense regret, "Amelia, from the beginning to the end, there was nothing between Lily Garcia and me."

Amelia...

This name, after being unspoken for so many years, Amelia Garcia couldn’t even remember the last time she heard it.

And corresponding to this call was the "Brother Christopher" that she would utter day after day during her youthful days.

Her heartstrings tightened, and even her eyelashes trembled fiercely as she set her gaze on the man, her eyes brimming with tears and a bitter smile.

"So, you’re saying that you brought her along back then just to infuriate me?"

If they were innocent, why did he let his "sister-in-law" sit in the passenger seat of his car?

After so many years, she still remembered Lily Garcia’s triumphant and kingly smile at that time.

"I..." Christopher Hart stared at her, suddenly at a loss for words.

Why was Lily Garcia in his car that day?

The man frowned, trying hard to recall...

He remembered that when Amelia asked him for a divorce, it was during a time when Wendy’s condition worsened, dialysis could no longer support her body function, and she needed a kidney transplant as soon as possible.

The atmosphere at home was very oppressive at that time.

As the elder brother, he was the most likely candidate to donate a kidney to his sister.

But the matching results were not ideal.

He was also distressed.

Then, Fiona Marshall and her daughter volunteered to have the matching tests done, saying that more people trying would increase the hope of finding a match.

He remembered that he picked up Lily Garcia that day to take her to the hospital for tests.

His mother had insisted he pick her up himself.

And he, as if possessed, thinking about how Amelia had initiated the divorce, feeling extremely aggrieved...

Indeed, he carried a bit of the intention to "deliberately upset her" and took Lily Garcia with him to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Seeing that he was at a loss for words, Amelia Garcia knew she had guessed correctly.

So that was what had happened.

How laughable!

Back then, she had thought that it was Lily Garcia who had won him over with her sincerity, and with the relationship being closer since she was a close friend of his sister—that was why he was eager to divorce her and legitimate Lily.

Amelia Garcia genuinely laughed, her eyes filled with desolation and mockery: "Actually, being pregnant with triplets, I was under immense pressure, and the entire pregnancy was very dangerous. Logically and emotionally, I should have at least told you. But because of your relationship with Lily Garcia, the thought never crossed my mind."

"To have married you shamelessly, to have been treated like air by you for three years, to finally regain my freedom, to finally be able to live as myself again, how could I easily take that road back, letting you and your family look down on me once more? Did you think I was using the children to threaten you, thinking I wanted to return to the position of a wealthy young matron by the strength of my children?"

"I couldn’t have."

During those months of pregnancy, she couldn’t do anything. She was on edge every day, bearing immense physical and psychological pressure.

If it weren’t for Christopher making her utterly disappointed, she might have given up a long time ago and gone back seeking his protection and care.

But after being hurt like that, she didn’t want to be looked down upon by Christopher, despised by the Hart Family, let alone see the mocking faces of Lily Garcia and her daughter.

So no matter how hard and painful it was, she gritted her teeth and bore it alone.

Fortunately, she had a good sister she could rely on.

Without Snow’s companionship and encouragement, her support and care, she would have really gone to meet King Rhys by now.

Listening to her, Christopher’s handsome face twisted with discomfort, his temples throbbing, "Why would you think that way?"

"What else could I think?" she retorted with a bitter smile. "Have you ever considered how you and your family treated me back then? Other than thinking that way, did I dare to hold any other thoughts?"

"It’s not like that... If I had known you were pregnant, I would have brought you back no matter what, taken good care of you until the child was safely born. If it had been that way, perhaps the children wouldn’t have been premature, and Hope wouldn’t have suffered so much."

As time passed, who could tell if his words were sincere?

Amelia didn’t want to delve into it.

These old issues should have been buried long ago. Bringing them up again to argue was pointless.

She took a breath to calm herself, her expression more composed, "Let’s not talk about this anymore; I’ve survived it, after all."

"Amelia..." Christopher couldn’t stand to see her pretend to be strong and moved a step closer to her.

But she immediately put up her hand to stop him, "Don’t come too close to me. We’re not that intimate."

"Three children, and you still want to distance yourself from me?" he escalated, his tone becoming angry.

"The three children are not the fruit of a happy marriage. What’s the point of binding us with duty and responsibility?"

"Who told you it’s just about duty and responsibility?"

"Then what is it?"

What else?

Christopher looked at her, his heart in turmoil, his ears unexpectedly burning.

He had expressed his feelings more than once, but she never believed him.

If he were to reveal his deep feelings now, he wondered...

After a moment of silence between them, Christopher steeled himself and took the plunge, "Can’t you really detect anything of my feelings for you?"

Feelings?

Amelia’s eyes trembled as she stared at him, her only thought was to flee.

She didn’t want to hear these words.

Belated affection was more worthless than weeds. Hearing these words now only made her feel like her years of suffering and pain were in vain.

"If it wasn’t for the fact that I couldn’t let go of you in my heart, do you think I would have obediently agreed when Grandpa pressured me?"

Back then, even as he outwardly resisted Grandpa’s decisive hand, deep down, he harbored a serendipity that even he hadn’t realized.

If it hadn’t been for Grandpa intervening, considering their relationship at the time, there was no way they could have ended up married.

Amelia never expected him to say this. Startled, she was full of doubt, "If... if it really was like you said, then after our marriage..."

Christopher knew what she meant and, frustrated, interrupted her before she could finish.

"Yes! Those three years were indeed messed up. I deliberately ignored you, even let the family sneer at you -- but... I know that saying it now will sound laughable to you, and you won’t believe me, but back then... I truly hoped you would take the initiative to find me. You could have lost your temper, protested, even fighting and arguing with me would have been okay..."