I thought I didn't love you

The hazy moon is gradually appearing. Mixing that magical sky is the voiceless voice of a woman and a man.

"Listen to the tide......you......calm down!"

Cara Anthony was pushed onto the bed by the man's heavy body, his thick, heavy, hot breath licking her snow-white swan neck, leaving a haze of shame.

"Give it to me......OK......"

Otis listened to the tide of red eyes, his big hands roaming along his unbearably thin waist. Both bodies entwined with each other, immersed in innocence. No one is aware of what they are doing.

The next day, after the spring night Otis heard the tide rise first.

"Cara... Anthony!"

The woman lying next to him, he was struck by lightning as black as her face, put on a dressing gown from the bed violently rolled up.

Cara's eyes snapped open, the state between wakefulness and sleep was cut off, there was no excess at all.

She usually got up early, to personally prepare her husband's breakfast and pick out a suit and tie.

It's clear that the villa is full of servants, but she has to take care of Otis Swara with all the pressure of being gossiped about by the servants. It was only in these trivial matters that she felt that she was truly Mr. Swara's wife. And last night was the first time in a year of marriage that they had the reality of being husband and wife.

Saying no to pity is not correct. For a whole year, Otis had never touched her. And until yesterday, the two did what husband and wife usually do. That is indeed a shame. Cara herself does not know if she is Otis' wife or if she is merely a nominal wife and a de facto servant.

Cara Anthony sat down painfully, but she felt that her lumbar spine was sore that it broke.

"Listen....we......"

"So you tricked me?"

Seeing the crimson flowers blooming on the bed sheet, Otis saw the anger rising in her eyes.

The man in front of me, beneath his long feathery eyelashes, had peach-blossom eyes so beautiful they made body and mind tremble, and the light streaming through between the inked pupils was like a rising white star, high in the night sky; her nose was straight as a ladder, and her beautiful eyebrows were sharp as swords, adding a bit of intimidating detachment to this demonic beauty.

Cara Anthony's naked body was curled up in the quilt, and the hands clutching the sheet were shaking strongly.

"Listen to the tide......" what did you say? Ugh!"

The next second, Otis Swara grabbed her delicate jawbone with a large and fierce hand.

"Don't call me by my name, you don't deserve it!"

Tears welled up in Cara Anthony's eyes, his beautiful dream shattered into pieces.

"What did you give me to drink last night?!"

Otis Swara's hot breath squirted between her trembling lips and teeth, her gaze so unforgiving that it choked her.

"I didn't......I just made you a cup of coffee......"

"Cara Anthony, what did I say."

The wind of Otis hearing tide's disgusted eyes crossed the deep light red between the snowy skin of the woman, and the tip of her heart suddenly and violently shook.

That was all he had left, and in a trance he remembered the madness of last night. And because he remembers it, he hates it even more! He had always been sober and temperate, so why hadn't he been able to control himself last night.

Otis' actions now seem to be taking out his anger on Cara. Honestly, she didn't do anything. She only gave him a cup of coffee and now she must bear his anger. She really did not commit!

"You want money, I'll give you as much as you want. I also gave you the decency of a president's wife at this place, but since you got this advantage, you should just be honestly the Swara understudy!"

Cara's beautiful eyes stared into the void, his heart aching as if swallowing carbon.

She crumbled into a heap when Otis pulled her hand out of the tide.

"Listen to the tide......no, Mr. Swara, I know that I'm just an understudy from beginning to end, and I also know that the person you love......n't is never that Miss Linda."

Cara forced the tears playing in her eyes and clarified for herself word by word:

"But I never crossed the line, and last night......I was also a victim" .

"Victim" ? Hahaha......"

This man's laughter is magnetic and moving, as last night's words of love were lingering, as the mockery of this moment is heartbreaking.

"Cara Anthony, if you hadn't used dirty tricks, I could never have touched you."

Otis Swara turned angrily and headed for the door, his haughty back like an iceberg pressing on the top of his head.

"Even if you were pregnant, I would never admit that this is Otis Swara's child!"

Otis is angry, really angry. But a wife like Cara is even angrier. She didn't use any dirty tricks. Wanting to be his wife was real, but she didn't want things to get this far. Otis does not acknowledge her. That she could accept, but when the child was born, he did not admit it, which made Cara unable to bear it any longer.

Cara is in pain. At this point, she could only bury her face in the blanket and cry. When she was helpless like this, she didn't know what to do other than cry.

*

In a flash, a month has passed.

After that night, Otis hardly come back to this house, and the only time Cara only saw his beautiful back from afar, not even his face.

It was as if she had become a widow.

And all the servants in Swara's garden secretly laughed at her. They made fun of her because she was cheeky and thought Otis was going to fall in love with her.

Cara Anthony ignored these humiliations, which she was used to, and walked to the car, her face pale.

The servants in this family did not respect her. Even the driver who transported her had no respect for her. He made her feel more and more like a trash, a superfluous thing of this house. The driver didn't even get out of the car to open the door for her, she didn't get the respect she deserved here.

Although tired, Cara still had to suppress her emotions. She fell back on the chair and said weakly:

"Go to ...... S Central Hospital."

......

An hour later, Cara walked out of the hospital gates, lost in thought.

"Congratulations, you are pregnant and the baby is healthy."

She stared into her eyes in shock, all her expressions frozen in death.

She was pregnant, it was supposed to be a great joy, but all she could think about was Otis Swara's poisonous words.

"Even if you were pregnant, I would never admit that this is my child!"

The second youngest of the Swara family is a man of his word. The resentment in his eyes at that moment was bone-biting.

Cara was walking aimlessly along the street, passing a trash can, she let go of her hand and threw the paper lightly thrown into it.

She smiled bitterly and rubbed her abdomen as tears of guilt streamed uncontrollably down her face.

"Son...... I'm sorry mom couldn't make dad love you......"

"But don't be afraid, Mom loves you......Even if the whole world denies you, Mom definitely won't abandon you."

Why did things turn out like this? Why did God treat her so unfairly? Suppose she was wrong. But what's wrong with this baby?

It was true that she was wrong to think that she would actually become the wife of the Swara family. But why can't this kid become a young master? Don't have a title? Why did even the servants despise and discriminate against this child? His mother is wrong but where is he wrong? The more Cara thought, the more hurt she felt.

Despite what was happening, Cara pretended to be calm. But the people around see it as a motivation to encroach on her.

Suddenly, a black car pulled up in front of Cara Anthony, causing two masked men to jump at full speed.

She was originally a bodyguard and instinctively reacted defensively, but after all, she was pregnant and weak, so she couldn't beat those two well-trained men!

A hand hit her neck and Cara passed out.