A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 194

When the results came out, the doctor looked at Maria and said in a calm voice, "Miss, you have some inflammation caused by excessive cleaning."

"Huh?" Maria gaped. She must have misheard! The doctor read the look on her face and nodded to confirm that she had, in fact, heard correctly. This was all so confusing.

Maria pondered carefully. She had always been afraid of bacterial infections, so every time she had sex with James, she would use a medical solution to wash her private parts afterward. And repeatedly, too. "Is this perhaps because of that medical solution?" she asked.

"It could be. Excessive use of the unnatural substances destroys your body's ability to resist bacteria and causes inflammation instead."

Maria was at a loss for words. She understood it now, more or less.

She shouldn't have accused James and put all the blame on him right away.

Her anger disappeared in an instant.

James was aware that Maria had gone to the hospital, thanks to a text message she had sent earlier. It read, "If the test results show that this is all because of you, you're dead, James Xi!"

He drove back to Fairview Villa early that evening, looking forward to witnessing her embarrassment.

Maria was in the downstairs, but the moment she heard the rumbling of his car engine, she ran up to the bedroom as fast as she could and crawled into bed.

Tears had always been a woman's weapon, and tonight they would be hers. She struggled to twist her expression and get some tears going. She needed to act like he had some grievances that had to be settled.

Soon enough, tears were streaming down her face.

And when James walked into the room, the first thing he saw were her flushed face and wet eyes.

"What happened?" he asked.

Maria jumped out of bed and ran over to him, clutching his waist. She proceeded to cry in earnest, albeit quietly.

As the trope went, this was supposed to be the time where the man panicked and the woman exacted the rest of her scheme.

And James played his role perfectly.

Although he didn't exactly panic, he still responded in the way that Maria had expected.

Frowning, he tipped her chin upward with his finger and looked into her eyes. "Didn't I tell you that you're only allowed to cry in bed? Don't shed a single tear otherwise."

Maria ignored his words and continued to cry.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly then. "What, didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Answer me. How many other women do you have aside from me? Have you kissed Alina Tang? Did you sleep with her?"

James was really not in the mood to answer her questions, and his mouth shut.

He found these sort of queries not only boring, but also insulting in a way. He had never been the type of man to sleep around so easily.

But Maria didn't pick up on his mood, and he raised her dramatics up a notch further. The longer he kept silent, the more fervent she cried.

Her sobs felt like claws tearing at his chest, and James rubbed the bridge of his nose before finally giving an answer. "No. Never."

Her crying came to an abrupt halt. "How many women have you had then?"

"That's none of your business." Her tears welled up again, and James heaved a sigh of resentment.

"You are the only one!" He must have gone insane already.

Why was he telling this woman so much?

Then, out of the blue, Maria snickered against his chest. "The doctor said it was a bacterial infection. I honestly thought it was because of you."

Her words suddenly brought something to his mind. "Then is there something wrong with Colby Zheng or Norman Shen?"

That jolted Maria out of her mischief, and her face instantly became blank.

She broke free from his arms and took a few steps away, resisting the urge to slap him. "Given these thoughts of yours, I wonder why you still keep sharing my bed. Don't you think I'm dirty? Aren't you afraid that I might infect you with something I got from other men?"

"You were the one who seduced me!" James retorted in a firm tone.