The Third Year After My Fiancé Left Home, I Got Pregnant novel Chapter 8

He looked at Annie in confusion. Given their current notoriety, they tried to stay indoors as much as possible.

After all, those paparazzi were like cats stalking mice, following them around to capture any hint of scandal. Annie gripped the water bottle tightly in her hand and confronted Jack. “Where did you go this morning?”

Jack didn’t want Annie to know that I had humiliated him, so his eyes flickered uncomfortably. He scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously.

“I went to look for investors. I’m planning to start fresh here.”

Hearing his answer, Annie let out a bitter laugh and threw some photos in Jack’s face.

“What’s this? Are you planning to abandon me and run off with Wendy to live the good life?”

She shouted angrily at Jack and slapped him hard across the face.

Jack was stunned. He touched his cheek and stared at the photos in disbelief.

Annie smiled faintly and tore the photos in half, tossing the pieces into the air. Jack held his face, angrily grabbing Annie by the throat.

“Have you lost your mind? Don’t you see someone is trying to frame me?” Annie struggled to breathe in his grip, but her lips twisted into a tragic smile. “I’ll never let you go to another woman. So, Jack, let’s go to hell together!”

With that, she unscrewed the water bottle and splashed its contents over Jack.

When the colorless liquid burned his skin, Jack released her in pain and fell to the floor, writhing in agony. Someone quickly called the police.

The police took Annie into custody and brought her to the station.

Jack was rushed to the hospital. With extensive burns across his body, he would likely need skin grafts.

When I walked into the hospital, I saw him covered in yellowish, foul-smelling fluid. I couldn’t help but cover my nose in disgust.

When Jack saw me, his eyes lit up with hope, but his throat could only produce hoarse sounds.

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