CEO's Ex-Wife

Chapter 2

This sentence ignited the anger in Arthur's heart. His eyes were scarlet, and the blue veins on his hands were bulging, and she would be killed on the spot in the next second!

Just when she thought she was going to be strangled to death, Donna suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Arthur, let go quickly and don't hurt my sister." Donna pretended to be nervous and went to pull Arthur, "I owe my sister all this, and I should pay her back."

When he saw Donna, the coldness in his eyes faded, and then he shook off Monica, who was like a dead fish.

Monica fell to the ground in embarrassment, desperately breathing the fresh air, and there was a dim scene in front of her.

She began to cough violently, her eyes cold, "You owe me! Of course you owe me, and you should pay for your life!"

She was subjected to inhuman torture in prison, her vocal cord damage and her arms were crippled, all of which were ordered by Donna!

Now Donna is pretending to be like a good woman, disgusting!

Arthur's eyes sank and looked at her coldly.

"Monica, you are courting death!"

"I'm not deaf, you don't need to be so loud." She lowered her eyelashes to hide the tears in her eyes.

Donna's face turned pale and pale, she hurried over to Fu Monica, "Sister is cold, I'll help you up."

Monica raised her head, she raised her pale lips, "stay away from me, I will feel sick to my stomach when I see you!"

Donna's fingernails slammed into her flesh fiercely, and she staring at her viciously.

Monica frowned, felt pain, and pushed her away.

Before she could react, Donna was forced to back away, suddenly fell to the ground, and then let out a loud cry of pain.

"Ah—" The fragments cut through her fair fingers, and Donna cried out in pain.

Monica sneered, are you going to start pretending again? Just a finger slashed.

Arthur's eyes flashed with anxiety, and he quickly stepped forward to help Donna up.

"Arthur, it's my fault that I didn't stand firm!" Donna threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

Monica's pupils shrank, and she approached subconsciously.

"Of course you didn't stand firm, could it be that I pushed you?"

She chuckled.

Arthur saw the blood on Donna's fingers, and pushed Monica away heavily.

"Monica, you disgusting woman, you are so cruel to your own sister!" Arthur's eyes were cruel.

"She's just an impostor who replaces my identity, what kind of sister?!" Monica sneered and stood up slowly against the wall, "What's more, I don't need to seduce my brother-in-law's sister, shameless!"

Arthur was furious, raised his hand and slapped her, interrupting her words.

"Shut up, who's a fake?" Arthur was furious.

The air suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the atmosphere in the huge restaurant seemed to be frozen, so cold that it was suffocating.

Monica's eardrums buzzed, her cheeks quickly became red and swollen, and there was a faint smell of blood between her lips and teeth.

She wanted to cry, but her eyes were dry and painful, and there were no tears.

Arthur's hand was in the air, he was stunned for a moment, his hand was slightly stiff.

Monica looked at him with cold and sad eyes, and her tearful eyes were filled with sadness.

"Sister...how can you say that I'm a fake? I know you hate me for putting you in jail, so you're pissing me off, but...how can you say that?" Donna's eyes were locked on her, and she raised her eyebrows. The corners of her lips seemed to be declaring war, but tears were swirling in her eyes.

Sure enough, Arthur's eyes became more and more cold, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

Monica licked the blood from her lips, walked in front of him step by step, blocking his way, "Don't go! She just scratched her finger, not to die!"

Arthur stared at her coldly, wishing to tear her into pieces, "Go away!"

"I am your wife, and today is mine too—" Monica stubbornly refused to let go.

Before he could finish speaking, he kicked Monica who was in the way, "Get out!"

Monica fell so hard that she slammed into the coffee table.

Her forehead was smashed by the sharp corner of the coffee table, she suddenly felt dizzy, and when she touched her finger, all she could see was the dark red blood.

After a few struggles, her vision began to blur, and she closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

The moment she passed out of a coma, she suddenly cried, like a madman.

He couldn't see her hurt all over, he couldn't see how painful she was.

Donna cut a finger, and he felt so distressed. He knew Donna's birthday, but did he know? She and Donna were born on the same day.

"Today is my birthday too!"