Chapter 46: Who is Marcel?
Quinn scoffed, stunned by the lengths Belle was willing to go just to follow him. Was this about Kia? She didn’t even love him, so why was she suddenly acting like a devoted, loving wife?
"No," he replied curtly.
That was all it took for Belle to lose her composure.
"Look, you are not the boss of me! Stop with these manipulative acts if you value yourself!" She snapped, her voice trembling with frustration. "You hurt me! You made me miscarry, cheated on me, married another woman, physically abused me, and now you dare come back acting like a righteous, caring man? I demand you take me to the king now, or I swear I will leave on my own!"
Her clenched fists shook as she let out all the emotions she had bottled up, her anger crackling like a storm.
Quinn, unmoved, countered sharply, "If we are pointing fingers, then tell me, who is Marcel? Is he the father of the child we lost? Or is there yet another man I don’t know about? How many times did you sneak away to meet him while I was gone?"
Belle froze, her anger momentarily replaced by sheer disbelief. "What?!" She exclaimed, her expression one of shock.
Where had he even gotten such ridiculous accusations? Marcel? Marcel was her childhood friend, someone she hadn’t seen in years, and that was *because of Quinn.*
"Quinn, stop it!" She retorted, her voice trembling. "I have never cheated on you! I haven’t seen Marcel in ages. The child we lost was yours!" Tears welled in her eyes as she held her ground. "Have you forgotten the night you came home drunk and entered my room?"