How could he have made love with such a woman? The mere thought disgusted him.

In a fit of anger, Mitchel gritted his teeth and demanded, “Who is he, Raegan? Who's your lover?"

Raegan's grip tightened on the quilt, and her face turned alarmingly pale.

However, Mitchel kept pushing her, and his anger had made him lose control.

"Is it Henley? Or Hector?"

The memory of the time when he saw Hector holding Raegan's hand in the church and Hector's evasive answers flashed through his mind.

With his eyes narrowed into slits, Mitchel bellowed, “How could you be so thirsty? Even animals know who to fuck!"

His words struck Raegan like daggers, which sliced open wounds she had been trying to heal.

Tears threatened to spill, but she fought to hold them back.

After two years of marriage, this was what he thought of her?

She should not have had any expectations from him in the first place.

If this misunderstanding could liberate her from this suffocating marriage and protect her child from being taken away, then she was willing to swallow this bitter pill.

“You're absolutely right. Let's get a divorce," Raegan said, her voice unwavering.

"You cheated on me, and you're carrying another man's child. And now, you have the nerve to talk about a divorce?" Mitchel scoffed, his tone cold and eyes bloodshot.

Raegan could not help but laugh.

"If you're so sure the baby isn't yours, what are you going to do? Play the doting dad? Even if you want to, I won't let my child have a father Like you."

Raegan's words sliced through Mitchel like a razor-sharp sword, which pierced right through his heart.

Blood gushed out of his throat and he sneered, “You dare to say it again!"

Mitchel's eyes were icy. If looks could kill, Raegan would have dropped dead.

Raegan knew that if she said one more word out of line, he would not hesitate to strangle her right there and then.