Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 107: Abusing Scum: This Is the Difference Between Love and Not Loving

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Abusing Scum: This Is the Difference Between Love and Not Loving

"Kissing my wife in my hospital, knowing she’s the other woman?" Ian Kane almost forced a cold laugh through his clenched teeth, disdain and overwhelming jealousy filling his bloodshot eyes. "Ha, is this the ’pure and untouchable moonlight’ in your heart?"

His eyes grew even crazier, with red veins spreading like spider webs across the whites.

He suddenly leaned down, pressing hard towards those tempting yet glaring red lips—

"Slap!"

A crisp sound!

Vera Sheridan used all her strength to give him a slap.

Seizing his momentary daze, she pushed hard against his solid chest with both hands, breaking free from his grasp.

She quickly stepped back two steps, putting distance between them, and stood firm.

Raising her hand, she wiped vigorously at her lips that he had assaulted, as if to wipe away something dirty. Her beautiful eyes burned with intense anger and undisguised disdain, piercing straight at Ian Kane as if looking at garbage.

"Your wife?" Her voice raised, each word dripping with deep-seated sarcasm. "Ian Kane, put away that disgusting possessiveness! Seven years ago, it was you who sabotaged Noah Grant’s confession to me!"

"That night—" she pointed at him, her fingertip trembling with anger.

"You pretended to lead me to rescue a stray cat, deliberately creating an opportunity for him to catch us, making him mistakenly think I was with you! It was you who despicably ’rejected’ me on his behalf! You stole the opportunity that rightfully belonged to him!"

Hearing this, Ian Kane’s tall body suddenly tensed, a look of shock flashed through his eyes, and he instinctively crushed the half-burnt cigarette in his hand.

Vera watched his face turn pale, observed the unmistakable shock and embarrassment in his eyes, and felt a twisted pleasure surge within her.

She tilted her chin up, her gaze stabbing at him:

"The other woman? You, who are prone to infidelity, have no right to accuse others! Besides, Noah Grant is the one whose achievements you snatched away with vile means! You are the thief lurking in the shadows, stopping at nothing!"

Her voice was cold, filled with scorn, "You stole his chance to confess, stole the slightest ’goodwill’ I developed towards you! Even my later willingness to marry you—"

She paused, a cruel smile curling her lips:

"—that was also a result of the car accident you meticulously orchestrated, using your bleeding body and ’lifesaving grace’ to play the victim, to deceive!"

"Ian Kane, better than anyone, you know in your heart!" Her voice suddenly heightened, every word striking at the heart, "If you hadn’t stolen Noah Grant’s confession! If you hadn’t orchestrated that car accident! I, Vera Sheridan, would never have married you, this despicable, shameless, deceitful thief! A hypocrite!"

Every word was like a barbed whip, viciously lashing Ian Kane’s heart!

His chest rose and fell violently as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Vera, our marriage was sweet and happy!" His voice was hoarse, with a barely detectable tremor.

"Our marriage?" Vera sneered, laughter filled with endless mockery and disdain, "Ian Kane, do you think my niceness to you after marriage, those supposed ’sweet moments,’ were for what?"

"It was all fake!" she declared, "It was a false gratitude for your ’lifesaving grace’! Built on the foundation stolen by you, this ’thief’!"

He had no right to mention post-marital bliss.

Seeing him seemingly hurt, Vera was genuinely amused, "Ian Kane, at this point, are you still going to perform your deep affection, doesn’t it disgust you?"

The word "perform", like a red-hot needle, pierced precisely into a corner of Ian Kane’s heart he least wanted touched.

His jawline suddenly tensed, the surging emotions in his eyes gradually cooled, returning to clarity.

He slowly released his tightly clenched hand, letting the half-burnt cigarette fall silently to the carpet, scattering a few barely visible sparks of ash.

The pungent smell of tobacco began to permeate the air.

He walked to the sofa in a few steps, settled down smoothly, an aura of cold oppression surrounding him.

The dark sofa made his figure appear even more rigid.

His jaw moved slightly, his gaze falling on the two agreements on the coffee table.

"Divorce, or your beloved’s reputation and future."

"Choose."

Vera looked at the agreements, her earlier venting and accusations suddenly seemed pale and weak.

The air was stagnant.

She was once again thrown into an abyss of dilemma.

On one hand, the long-yearned-for freedom, within reach; on the other, the honor of Noah Grant and The Grant Family, weighing heavily on her heart.

Seeing her hesitation, Ian Kane taunted, "Planning to deceive me with tears again?"

Vera ignored him, slowly walked to the side of the low table, sinking into the soft sofa, her fingers flipping through those fate-determining documents.

Ian Kane watched coldly, taking out a fountain pen he carried in his shirt pocket, casually tossing it onto the low table in front of her. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The sapphire blue pen sliced a graceful arc under the light, gleaming brightly, yet exuding a cold surface.

It was a gift she had meticulously chosen for his birthday last year.

In the next second, Vera abruptly grabbed the pen, without any hesitation, her wrist exerting force, with a crisp "snap", the pen broke in response.

Without a glance, she casually threw the broken pen into the nearby trash bin.

Ian Kane’s pupils constricted, his body almost instinctively wanted to step forward, but halted forcefully in an instant.

He forced himself to calm down, his gaze sweeping over the trash bin’s remnants, fingers pinching white, his Adam’s apple bobbing once.

"Ha, yeah, should have thrown it away long ago."

Vera couldn’t care less to respond to his pathetic performance.

Her gaze searched, finding an ordinary black pen, holding it in her hand.

Ian Kane watched as she finally put pen to paper, a surge of indescribable emotions rising in his heart.

He almost bit his teeth, his voice carrying an icy mockery, "For your beloved, you’re forcing yourself to stay by ’garbage’ like me, truly... touching."

He deliberately emphasized the word "garbage", as if this could hurt her, and hurt himself.

Images of their last encounter at the civil affairs bureau flashed before his eyes, where she resolutely sent videos of his infidelities, wanting to plunge him into hell completely.

"Ian, that’s the difference between love and not love." His mother’s words echoed harshly in his heart.

This truth, he already understood during the time his father favored an illegitimate child over him.

Ian Kane’s Adam’s apple bobbed intensely, all the swirling emotions ultimately condensing into a trace of wetness at the corner of his eye.

Vera ignored him.

...

Meanwhile, in Veridia.

Noah Grant exited the hotel private room with several orthopedic authorities.

"Noah," an elderly man with white hair patted his shoulder, "Bring that girl to Veridia as soon as possible. Based on the previous scans, as long as there’s systematic rehabilitation, walking within three months shouldn’t be a problem."