radicalducati Chapter 575: Is This How You Repay Me?
Chapter 575: Is This How You Repay Me?
Inside the prison, every corner was watched by cameras. When Stacey first showed signs of trouble, the prison quickly called doctors and nurses from the nearby hospital.
“Sir, I know this is hard, but please calm down,” one of the doctors said.
“Fine. I’ll calm down.” Peter looked around, desperate. “Where’s Stacey? I need to see her. I want to see her. Now.”
“She just had a miscarriage. She’s resting now. You can’t see her.”
“Then… can I get a paternity test for the baby?” Peter asked at last.
The baby was gone, but Peter needed to know the truth. Without answers, he couldn’t move on.
“We’ll need the warden’s permission for that,” the doctor replied.
After a long, tense wait, Peter finally got word. The warden had agreed to the paternity test.
When Peter got the test results a few days later, he collapsed. The baby wasn’t his.
“Damn it! Stacey… you lied to me! You cheated! I gave up everything for you, and this child wasn’t even mine. I turned my back on Bianca… my own daughter.”
His chest felt like it was breaking. He had sacrificed so much for Stacey, only to be betrayed. He realized he had been a fool. He had pushed Bianca away for a woman who never deserved him.
Memories came rushing back; the day of Bianca and Haris’s engagement banquet, the evidence of Stacey’s affair he had ignored. How could he have been so blind? He felt like the biggest fool in the world.
Holding his head in his hands, overwhelmed by regret, Peter stood up and ran to the prison. He had to face Stacey.
“What? She’s gone insane?” Peter asked, shocked. He looked at the prison doctor, unable to believe it. “She was fine before. What happened? Never mind, I need to see her. Now.”
“Sir, Stacey isn’t stable. A psychiatrist is treating her. I suggest you come back in a few days.”
“No. I want to see her now. I can’t wait.”
Peter refused to wait any longer. He needed answers. He had to know the truth.
“She’s my wife. I have the right to see her. What reason do you have to stop me?”
Peter was angry, but he knew they had no real reason to stop him from seeing her.
After pushing hard, he was finally allowed to meet Stacey. But when he saw her, he froze. He didn’t want to believe the woman in front of him was her.
“You’re… Stacey?”
The woman wore a dirty, old prison uniform. Her once-beautiful hair was streaked with gray. Her face looked pale and wrinkled. She didn’t look like the woman he once knew. She looked like a tired, lifeless woman from a poor village.
“You are…” Stacey slowly looked up at him. Her eyes were empty as she stared at Peter.
“Stacey, tell me. Who’s the father of the child?” Peter asked, his voice sharp. He had no patience left. He wanted the truth.
Stacey gave a cold smile, her expression twisted. “If it’s not your child, then whose is it? You failed to protect me. The baby’s gone. And now you dare question me?”
Peter threw the paternity test results in front of her. “Tell me. Whose child is it?”
Stacey suddenly laughed. She covered her mouth with her hand, still laughing. “So… you finally found out. You really are a stupid man.”
Peter slammed his fist on the table and shouted, “Stacey! I treated you so well. Is this how you repay me?”
Stacey flinched but then laughed again, mocking him. “Treated me well? You? You always treated me like a servant, making me do whatever you wanted. I deserve better. Do you really think I’d ever care about an old man like you? I only stayed for your money. But even that’s gone now. You can’t even control your own daughter. What do you have left to offer me?”
Peter’s face turned grim. His expression twisted in anger and pain.
“Stacey, I’m asking you one last time. Who’s the father of this child?”
“Who?” Stacey sneered and looked straight at Peter. “Obviously, it’s Bianca’s old boyfriend, Haris. He’s young and handsome. Much better than you.”
Peter had suspected it, but hearing it from her made him stumble back. He almost lost his balance.
“It’s really him?!”
He clenched his teeth. It felt like lightning had struck him. His wife had cheated on him with his daughter’s ex-boyfriend. She had even carried Haris’s child. It was unbelievable.
“You’re so clueless. If I didn’t spell it out, you’d never figure it out. I told Haris to go after Bianca. It was all for the Scott family’s property and the money Bianca’s mother left behind.”
Stacey laughed loudly and went on. “It’s simple. You’re impotent. I’ve slept with you so many times, yet I never got pregnant. I gave you chances, but you’re useless. Haris is better than you in every way.”
She looked at Peter with disgust. “I slept with Haris just a few times, and I got pregnant. Our child would’ve inherited everything from you.”
“You… You…” Peter was so angry he couldn’t speak.
“You’re getting old and ugly. I’m young and beautiful. Why should I be stuck with you forever? Once you’re gone, I’ll be with Haris. And our child would’ve owned the Scott family’s fortune.”
Stacey stood up and leaned closer to Peter. “Oh, and I almost got rid of Bianca not long ago. Too bad she got away. In the end, I lost Haris’s child… but you’re no better than me.”
Peter’s whole body shook. His fists clenched in rage.
“Shut up! You bitch!”
Stacey wasn’t afraid. She looked down at him with cold eyes. “Haris was better than you in bed. And as a father? You’re even worse. You drove your own daughter away. Now look at you… alone and useless.”
“Enough!” Peter shouted. He couldn’t take it any more.
Blinded by rage, Peter grabbed Stacey by the neck. His grip tightened as his eyes burned with fury. At that moment, all he wanted was to strangle her.
“He-Help… Help…” Stacey choked out, clawing at his hands.
The guards heard the struggle and rushed in. They dragged Peter down, forcing him to the floor.
Stacey collapsed, gasping for air. After coughing hard, she started laughing again. The guards helped her up. She looked at Peter, pinned to the ground, and spat at him.
“Haha… look at you now. Just a pathetic loser. Even worse… a cuckold.”