SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 62

“Sorry, Julianna . Please take it that I owe you”. Ruby said in her mind.

She was selfish to want the man completely to herself. That was why she had to be sorry towards another woman. Since she had apologized, it did not matter how much she was sorry for.

“Diego, I’m scared. I never thought that she is such a terrifying person.” Ruby shut her eyes tightly and forced tears to appear at the corners of her eyes. She was really crying, not faking it, because her body was in a lot of pain.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.” Diego wiped her tears gently and kissed her forehead, preciously and carefully. He, swore on his name that he would not let that vicious woman off; he would make her lose everything and have a fate worse than death.

“Rest well. Your parents are outside.” Ruby turned ashen as soon as she heard this. What to do? What should she do? They knew the truth. What would they think of her? How would they speak of her? All the education and homeschooling she had received. They wouldn’t expect her to be in this type of mess.

Diego’s heart ached for her as he continued to comfort her.

“I’m leaving, but I’ll be back to visit you soon. You can rest assured that I won’t be away for long.”

Ruby watched Diego’s silhouette dazedly as he walked out. A look of fear flashed in her eyes. Would her father and her mother forgive her?

Ruby’s parents entered after Diego left.

“Look at you, messing around with the wrong person. Why must you fall for him? He is a married man with a wife. How do you want others to look at you now?” Mr. Ralph tried his best to suppress his emotions. All these years of education that they’ve provided for her had been a waste. Where was her moral?

Mrs. Ralph tugged at Mr. Ralph’s hand frequently. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. “Stop talking. Can’t you see our daughter’s condition? So what if he is married? He can always get a divorce.”

Mr. Ralph looked at his wife and then at his daughter who was laying on the bed, half-dead. He sighed deeply. What else could he do with things as it was?

That Diego. He must take responsibility for this; otherwise, how would his daughter face the others in the future? The Ralph family might not be as influential as the Hanson family, but they were still well-respected. When word of this gets out, how would he conduct himself when he’s outside?

Ruby woke up to a quiet ward. She looked at her wrist as her thoughts wandered, not knowing whether if it’s a good thing or bad.

At the same time in the empty Hanson villa, it felt dull without the master of the household; neither were there signs of its occupants. The dark painting in the room wall presented a desolate view.

Cold and hollow.

Julianna held her sketchbook and kept drawing ceaselessly, one page after another. Every page had the same expression: cruelness and blame. His lust for blood was only applicable to one woman. Her name was Julianna .

She rested her hand on her stomach. The pain was still there, burst and burst of tugging pain. Maybe it was that time of the month.

The room door was shoved open.

Julianna felt cold as a gust of air blew past her face like a knife had carved forcibly over it.

She looked up at the silhouette who was blocking all the light in the room. She stared at him, unblinking.

She knew it was him because she could recognize his breathing. She could feel it from afar. There was no need for her to look.

It was colder compared to how it was before.

Deeper compared to how it was before.

Crueler compared to how it was before.

“Are you disappointed that Ruby was not dead? Are you disappointed that she is still alive?” The man’s cold voice rang. Julianna merely lowered her sparse eyelashes.

She wasn’t disappointed as she did not want Ruby to die. Would he listen? Was he willing to listen?

She should have thought of it sooner. How could he believe her? Thus, there was no need for her to say or do anything. In his eyes, it would all seem like she was defending herself.

Diego came closer to Julianna step by step while she clutched onto her sketchbook tightly towards her chest. He stopped and watched her condescendingly. His emotionless eyes captured the pale and petite woman.

Apparently, he could have crushed her everything with his little finger.

As well as her body, heart, and soul.

He squinted his dark eyes and pried that sketchbook forcibly out of her arms. She seemed to treasure this. The more precious it was to her, the more he wanted to destroy without a back glance.

Sss...

The sound tore at Julianna ’s heart. With her trembling hands and the pale lips, she had wanted to say something—to stop him. In the end, she maintained her posture, foolish and silly.

Page after page, her sketchbook became tiny pieces right before her eyes, falling from his hands.

Her lips quivered as she stared absentminded at the tiny, white pieces on the floor. It resembled snow, white yet cold.

Did he know? He may have torn the paper, but he was the one in pieces. This might have been what he wanted.

Her body was lifted. She stared at Diego’s gloomy dark eyes numbly. Through his eyes, she saw extreme loathing.

He hated her.

No one had ever loved her. Though he had treated her well in the past, it was all a pretense. She loved him wholeheartedly, but he had faked his love.

“Do you know? You broke my Ruby’s hand. You owed us both. How can I not repay you? Julianna , you have forgotten that I will seek revenge for the slightest grievance. I thought you understood. From the looks of it, you still have some learning to do.” He told her coldly as he slammed her body hard onto the bed.

Julianna reached out and placed her hand on her stomach. She broke into a cold sweat from the pain. His strong hatred caused her to become speechless.

No more, no more. She would not say one more word. She smiled bitterly. Anything she says was redundant.

Diego pulled one of Julianna ’s slender arms. It was very thin; he could crush it easily. He sneered as he pinned her left hand on the wall while Julianna stared at him with her wide eyes. That depressing look had Diego feel as if something had clawed at his heart. Only now, he was blinded in the eyes and his heart by hatred. This was why he threw all caution into the wind and did something irreversible.