Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 137: How Could You Do This to Me?

"Annabelle, let go of me! Let me go!"

With her arm pinned by Annabelle Linton, Joy Chapman had been slapped twice more, her fair face now red and swollen.

"Dad! Dad, help me! Help me! My arm feels like it’s going to break, and my face hurts so much! Make her let me go!" Joy Chapman cried out.

"Annabelle... let’s talk about this calmly. Please, just let Joy go first, okay?" William Chapman pleaded.

"That’s right, let go of Joy first. She’s young and doesn’t know any better. You two can talk things out, there’s no need to get physical," Yvonne Miller added anxiously.

Annabelle Linton sneered and violently shoved Joy Chapman away.

Her parents rushed to catch their daughter, inspecting the welts on Joy’s face.

As soon as she was in her parents’ arms, Joy Chapman burst into loud, aggrieved sobs.

"Shut up!" Ryan Linton snapped.

Joy Chapman looked at Ryan Linton’s icy expression, her lip trembling pitifully. She sniffled, but ultimately managed to stifle her sobs.

"Your choice," Annabelle Linton said, her eyes fixed coldly on William Chapman.

"I..."

A silent smile touched Annabelle Linton’s lips. She wasn’t surprised by his hesitation. It meant nothing to her.

’What a ridiculous man. How ironic.’ 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Annabelle Linton was perfectly still.

A storm of violence was brewing in her quiet eyes.

"Fine. Just fine."

The moment she finished speaking, a passionate scene between a man and a woman flared to life on the massive screen in the hall.

Obscene sounds instantly pierced the air, shocking everyone present.

Yvonne Miller’s eyes flew wide as she stared at the screen.

She clapped a hand over her mouth, a look of horror and shock on her face as her knees gave out.

Because the woman on the screen, writhing in ecstasy, was none other than herself!

Hearing the lewd sounds, William Chapman’s brow furrowed in irritation. He shot a disgusted glance toward the source of the noise.

But one look was all it took for his eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets.

He stared at Yvonne Miller, his expression a mixture of fury and despair.

A wave of fury sent a throbbing pain through his head. To think that after all these years, after everything he had given up for her, the bitch had been cheating on him behind his back.

SLAP!

William Chapman’s face contorted, shifting from pale to red, whether in rage or humiliation it was impossible to tell. He slapped Yvonne Miller across the face. "You slut!

I put up with you for all these years because I thought you were forced into your past! I didn’t care about your background! I took a whore and made you into Mrs. Chapman, the chairman’s wife.

But I guess a leopard can’t change its spots! You’re just a born slut who loves getting screwed! How could you do this to me? How could you do this after everything I’ve done for you?

You said you wanted to repay me! Is this how you repay me?!

"No, William, it’s not what it looks like... You have to believe me..." Yvonne Miller was on the verge of tears. "Husband, you have to believe me! How could I ever be unfaith—"

SLAP—!

Without another word, William Chapman slapped Yvonne Miller again. "The proof is right there in front of you, and you still dare to argue, you slut?! Get out! Get out! I never want to see you again! You’re not fit to be Mrs. Chapman! From this day on, stay out of my sight!"

"Husband! Husband!"

Yvonne Miller was knocked to the floor, but she threw her dignity aside and clung to William Chapman’s leg. "Husband, please don’t! Listen to me! Please, let me explain!

It’s not what it looks like! Videos can be faked! How can you condemn me based on something like this?!"