Became A Queen After divorce

Declan was dead. Among all the people present, only Pearl shed tears for him.

Natalia, the woman he had been obsessed with his entire life, stared at the pool of blood on the ground and let out a sharp, piercing laugh.

“Dead~”

“He’s really dead, he really is dead, hahaha.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Declan is dead, truly dead… Dad, Brother, did you see? He’s dead, hahaha!”

As she laughed, tears streamed down her face. She kept repeating that Declan was dead.

Reflecting on her tumultuous life, she realized that during her most glorious moments, it was he who stood by her side. When she was at her saddest, it was he who comforted her. He was the one who dragged her from the clouds to the mud, leaving her covered in filth. And it was he who inflicted upon her the deepest hatred and the most excruciating pain.

Now that she had finally ended this love-hate relationship with her own hands, Natalia turned around and suddenly realized that she was still thinking about him! How could she not drive away the image of the person she hated the most from her mind?

Natalia herself was confused. Had she done something wrong?

“Mommy, you…”

Pearl wanted to blame her actions but then remembered the hurt her father had caused her mother. She couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Daddy loved Mommy deeply but used the wrong methods, causing that love to twist and ultimately harm Mommy.

Perhaps from the first day she stepped out of the dungeon, she had already planned for today.

“Why is heaven so cruel to me? It let me grow up alone without parents in the first half of my life and now forces me to watch them kill each other in front of me in the second half?”

“God, can you show a little mercy? What did I do wrong? Why!”

What did she do wrong?

Pearl’s painful cries brought Natalia back to some semblance of reality. She crawled over and for the first time showed motherly care by holding Pearl in her arms. She gently patted her back as if comforting a newborn baby.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry… Mommy is here. My little darling is the best.”

Pearl, who had never experienced such a warm embrace, looked up at Natalia with teary eyes.

Natalia’s expression had changed. It was no longer sharp and crazed but filled with… innocence?

“Mommy, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me…”

Just as Pearl was about to check on Natalia’s condition, Natalia pushed her away and ran outside.

In a panic, she shouted into the air, “Pearl… Are you Pearl? Where is my daughter?”

“No, I don’t have a daughter… I lost my daughter.”

“I need to find my daughter and my husband.”

In her haste, one of her high heels fell off, and she ran barefoot on the ground.

Everyone gasped in shock.

Mrs. Gilliam had gone mad!

Her father had just died, and now her mother was insane. Pearl had suffered two blows in one day and was on the verge of breaking down.

But she couldn’t fall apart; she still had a child in her womb.

Setting aside right and wrong for now, she desperately wanted to save her mother.

“Mommy, I’m here. I’m your daughter. Look at me, please.”

“I’m Pearl.”

Natalia was too mentally unstable to hear anyone around her and was fixated on finding her child.

Seeing that she was about to run out, Sam quickly raised his hand and struck her from behind.

He carried the unconscious Natalia back to Pearl.

“She must have gone mad from the shock.”

Pearl carefully took her mother and let her sleep on her shoulder.

She knew he was watching her. Wiping away her tears, she didn’t want to appear weak in front of him.

She deliberately said coldly, “Sam, I hate you!”

Hate?

Sam thought he wouldn’t care, but now his heart hurt a hundred times more than being stabbed with a knife.

Just days ago, they were intimate lovers; now they were enemies with deep-seated hatred.

Seeing the tear stains on her face, Sam instinctively took out a handkerchief to wipe them away.

“Don’t touch me!”

Before his hand could reach her, Pearl slapped it away.

She held onto her father defensively and shrank back slightly.

She regretted hitting Sam earlier; she feared he might kill her too.

Saying she hated him was also a form of love.

Anyone else could kill Declan, but not him!

Not Sam…

But what right did she have to say that? Her father had caused him to lose his parents first.

The situation was too complicated for Pearl’s young mind to process calmly or think about what to do next.

She was afraid of herself!

Maybe it was for the best.

This way, he could harden his heart and not drag her down anymore. With their enemy gone, Sam would walk down the path he had paved for himself.

Before he died, his only concern was for her and their unborn child.

If Pearl continued to live under his wife’s name, it would be too unfair to her. After all, she was only in her early twenties and still so young.

Having made up his mind, Sam turned away from her and said coldly:

“I never intended to love you from the start. Your father killed my parents, and I was destined to kill him!”

“This relationship doomed us from the beginning! I approached you because you are the lady of the Gilliam family.”

“I deceived you because you were too naive. A woman who has never been in love is easy to fool. Especially someone like you who grew up in a sheltered environment and knows nothing of human wickedness.”

Even though she knew this relationship was forced by herself, hearing Sam’s true feelings still broke Pearl’s heart.

She thought she could move this stubborn man, but in his eyes, all her efforts were foolishness.

“You! Sam, you bastard!”

In anger, she slapped him hard. Her palm turned red, leaving a mark on his handsome face.

Sam squinted slightly. He thought she looked quite cute when angry, like a pufferfish. He wanted to watch her forever.

But she cried too much.

It was all his fault that she shed so many tears; she was still a young pregnant woman.

But there was no time left.

“Pearl, it’s my fault this lifetime. You are still young; get rid of the baby.”

He wanted selfishly for her to keep the child but what right did he have to say that?

As her father’s murderer?

“With a child, it will be harder for you to find someone else. And I don’t care about offspring.”

Saying this pained him deeply as if his heart were bleeding.

Child, I’m sorry.