The Windfalls of Love novel Chapter 73

Chloe didn't even know where she was drawing this sudden surge of strength from.

After pushing her daughter onto the couch, she grabbed whatever was within her reach and smacked it hard against Oliver's head.

He had the audacity to lay his hands on her! That shameless man, a good-for-nothing, was even worse than an animal.

She was going to fight back and teach that beast a lesson.

Only after a few solid hits did Chloe realize she was wielding a ceramic vase.

The vase was then shattered, and her hand was bleeding.

As for Oliver, his head was seriously injured after the aggressive onslaught from Chloe.

Holding his bloody head, he looked at Chloe in shock, pain, and fury. He wanted to hit her back, but the pain was too intense for him to move.

Charlotte, the overly protective mother, rushed to help Oliver.

Seeing her son's face covered in blood, Charlotte cursed in anguish.

"Chloe! You cold-blooded woman, how could you be so heartless and beat up Oliver like this?

He's going to die; he's going to die.

You wicked woman, if anything happens to Oliver, I will never let you off the hook."

Oliver was a coward. Seeing the blood, he was scared out of his wits, "Mom, take me to the hospital; we'll deal with this wicked woman later."

Chloe glared at Oliver in fury, "You dare call me a wicked woman one more time; see if I don't beat you up even worse."

Oliver looked at her raging face. Never had he imagined that a woman could be so fierce when provoked.

He quickly dragged Charlotte's hand and started to move towards the door, "Mom, let's go, let's go."

If they didn't leave then, that madwoman might have actually killed him.

She was still holding the shattered vase.

Oliver was terrified. He kept backing off as he spoke.

Charlotte finally came to her senses and quickly helped her son out of the room.

However, before leaving, Charlotte did not stop hurling insults at Chloe.

Then they left the room, disappearing from sight.

"Oliver, where are we going?"

"To the hospital, I'm injured; hurry up. I don't want to die. Hurry."

"That wicked woman, Chloe..."

Their voices gradually faded away until they were inaudible.

Looking at the splattered row of fresh, glaring blood on the floor, Chloe was stunned for a long time.

Did she really just make Oliver, who was abusing her, run away in fear?

Did she really have such strength?

That was the first time Oliver had abused her, but she didn't let him get the upper hand.

Because the one seriously injured was Oliver, she didn't lose.

What kind of marriage was that?

Initially full of hope, she was ready to grow old together with Oliver, ready to respect and care for their parents-in-law together, hoping for a better life.

But then, what had her life turned into?

That was worse than a complete mess.

She had tried so hard to maintain the marriage. Why was it still so terrible?

The cries of Aria and Austin brought Chloe back to reality.

She couldn't cry at that moment.

She couldn't let her children see her weak and helpless side.

Afraid of staining Aria's clothes, she discarded the shattered pottery in her hand.

Chloe quickly wiped the blood off herself and then held the crying Aria tightly.

Chloe’s heart broke seeing Aria cry so hard that her whole body was shaking.

Even when Oliver was abusing her, she never felt such heartache.

But seeing her child so scared and crying in such pain, her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

To her, her child was her greatest weakness.

She didn't want her children to see her arguing with Oliver; she didn't want to impact their physical and mental health anymore.

She always wanted to provide a healthy and happy environment for her children.

But their argument was unfortunately witnessed by Aria.

That would definitely leave a big shadow in the child's heart.

"Aria, don't cry. Good girl! Mommy scared you. Mommy promises, you will never be scared again."

She decided to divorce Oliver.

That marriage had to end.