Queen Revenge

“It’s me.” My voice had long since choked, “Ulysses Will, it’s me, Alva.”

Ulysses Will was not as elated to see me as he thought he would be, but instead stumbled back into the rental, “You, you have the wrong person.”

He shut the door in a panic.

Boo!

My whole body froze in place, and my tears suddenly stopped halfway through.

How could I possibly be mistaken.

He is Ulysses Will.

He recognized me too and called out my name.

I pounded on the door, “Ulysses Will, open the door, I won’t mistake you for anyone else, it’s Alva, what’s wrong with you.”

Why won’t you see me.

No matter how much I screamed and knocked on the door, there was always nothing inside, no movement at all.

Ulysses Will’s reaction was like a pot of cold water, dousing all the joy I had just felt.

“Ulysses Will, you open the door na!” I sat helplessly on the floor, it was dark early and the dark aisles reminded me of my days in the cellar, fear took advantage of the situation and I cowered in the corner of the door.

I don’t know how much time had passed, my voice had gone hoarse, when the door behind me suddenly opened again, and like a poor abandoned cat, I curled myself up, my eyes red and swollen as I looked at him, and asked numbly, “Ulysses Will, you said you wouldn’t leave me behind, so why don’t even you want me anymore.”

Ulysses Will looked at me from above, those eyes so cold, no longer gentle as before.

Even his voice was that cold.

“You go back and don’t come back.”

He gouged his hands tightly on the doorframe, as if he were suppressing something.

With tears streaming down my face, I looked at him, “Where do you want me to go back to? I don’t have a home anymore, you used to say that my home is wherever you are, Ulysses Will, do you really not want me anymore?”

He closed his eyes and stopped looking at me, “Go back wherever you like, just don’t stay here.”

His cold words stabbed all the aggression out of my heart.

I immediately stood up and tugged on his arm, sobbing uncontrollably, “Ulysses Will, look at me, look at me properly, why are you like this, do you know what I’ve been going through all year? I …”

When he removed the mask from his face, revealing a face covered in burn scars, the whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

I was full of shock.

I have to admit, at first glance, I was shocked by the hideous scars.

Ulysses Will snorted coldly, “Scared? Did you think it was ugly too?”

I shook my head frantically, my face full of tears, the first look was fear, but at this point all that was left was heartache.

“Was it left over from the fire?” I choked out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry …”

The fire that destroyed Ulysses Will’s face and his voice.

His tone was still as cold as ever, “There’s nothing to apologize for, just go.”

His indifference made me panic and afraid.

He doesn’t ask me why I’m ‘back from the dead’, why I’m here, or where I’ve been for the past year, it’s like treating a stranger with total disinterest.

“Ulysses Will, don’t kick me out, you’re all I have left.” I pleaded as I clutched his hand.

He shook me off coldly, like a different person, “Are you pitying me, sympathizing with me? Let me tell you, I didn’t rush into the fire back then to save you, I thought Bella was in there.”

“Bella?”

He looked at me, his tone that light, but his words were like bayonets stabbing.

He said, “Alva, I’ve been trying to find a chance to tell you that the person I love is Bella, and I’m here to hide from Bella, and I don’t want her to see me like this, do you hear me.”

“No, it’s not …” I couldn’t believe it, how could Ulysses Will love Bella Hill, “You’re lying to me aren’t you, on my birthday we . .” got together and had a baby.

Before the latter words could leave my mouth, Ulysses Will’s next sentence sent me through the ice.

He said cruelly, “I was with Bella all that night.”

His words exploded in my head like a bomb with a thud.

I tried to find a hint of what was going on underneath his grimy scars, he must have been lying to me, we were obviously together that night.

I locked his gaze and pursued it until my whole heart fell into the abyss.

He’s not lying.

Boo!

The door slammed shut once more.

I suddenly remembered being held captive in the wine cellar and Bella Hill bragging to me about it, and the video of her with Ulysses Will, which I’d always assumed she’d synthesized, that she was trying to prove that it was her that Ulysses Will loved, trying to take away the only thing I had.

But it turns out she wasn’t lying to me, she was really with Ulysses Will.

The person Ulysses Will loves is really her.

He chose to hide out in order to give Bella Hill a better place to call home.

And I made a fool of myself.

What about the year I suffered in the cellar?

Bella Hill has the entire the Hill family doting on her, not to mention the coveted title of Ms. Richter, and now tells me that even Ulysses Will loves her.

What about me?

I have nothing.

I touched this face, clearly the same face, but in a world of difference.

It’s pathetic.

I don’t know how I got back to Pear orchard.

The servants had all rested, and the whole villa was dark.

My limbs were cold and my lips were purple from the cold, I groped my way into the bathroom and buried myself in the warm bathtub, but I couldn’t feel the warmth, there was just a piercing cold.

If Bella Hill’s year of captivity and what she did to me destroyed the original Alva Hill, then just now, Ulysses Will’s words have brought me to complete ruin.

I survived the year in the cellar with the support of the baby in my belly, when I thought Ulysses Will was gone, and the baby was the last gift Ulysses Will left me, and I had to have the baby, it was the continuation of his life.

After escaping from the wine cellar, I have also been searching for my child, who is the last support I have to live in this world.

But today I realize how ridiculous it was to think that.

It wasn’t him that night, and the baby, it wasn’t his.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

All the negativity came flooding back and I couldn’t hold it together any longer and lost my voice.

I drank a lot of Walker Richter Reserve foreign wine and got myself drunk.

When Walker Richter came back, I was wrapped only in a bath towel, lying on the floor cloaked like a madman with a half-drunk bottle of foreign liquor in my arms and empty bottles all over the floor.

My whole face burned and my stomach twisted even more.

Walker Richter, with a sullen face, walked over quickly, snatched the bottle from my arms, helped me to my feet, and chided very angrily, “What new trick are you playing here.”

Maybe it’s the booze, but I’m not afraid of Walker Richter.

I hiccuped and looked at him with a mesmerized gaze, grabbing a handful of his collar and looking closer to see that he was really good looking.

His eyebrows look like Ulysses Will’s.

Ulysses Will, Ulysses Will …

It was very hard to think of that person, and my heart throbbed.

I grabbed the bottle and slammed it down, choking and coughing, I started to get mad, crying and laughing, “I’m a loser, Walker Richter, you’re a loser too, the person I love doesn’t love me, and the wife you married back doesn’t love you, and by the count, we’re both at the same end of the world, so I think we should have a drink, come on, cheers. ”

I don’t know if it’s a blur, but Walker Richter’s face seems colder, and his eyes seem to hold a fire in them.

I smiled and reached up to stroke his brow, relieving him, “Don’t be sad, you’re so good looking and rich, you don’t have any woman you want, not me, I don’t have anything, no one loves me, even he doesn’t want me anymore.”

Walker Richter grabbed my hand with a hard, scary look on his face, “Who is he?”