You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie) novel Chapter 508

"What... What's this?"

Lucille stared at the screen. It was Franklin's side profile. Although he was covered with a blanket, she could tell that he was topless.

On the other side, Natasha pressed her face beside Franklin's as if he was kissing her.

"Ding."

"Ding."

"Ding."

Soon, the photos popped out through her WhatsApp continuously.

Some of them were Franklin's private parts, and some were Natasha's selfies. Next to her, there was a used condom hung on the trash can, which was eye-catching.

What had happened in this room? It was obvious that...

At the bottom, there was a text from Natasha: Lucille, your man belongs to me now.

Seeing this, Lucille felt heart-wrenching pain instantly and was short of breath. Her vision turned vague as her tears welled up.

"You are lying... It's impossible..."

She wanted to call Natasha at first, but she did not have the courage.

She fixed her sight on the call button for a long time but did not press it. Then she received Natasha's message again.

Natasha: Lucille, why didn't you tell me that President Moore is so good at having s*x? I finally know how wonderful it is.

Yes, Lucille knew very well that he was good at that aspect.

Natasha's words had made her believe that something had happened between the two of them.

If it was someone else, Lucille could really convince herself to forgive Franklin, but Natasha...

She had done so many things. To Lucille, Franklin was not the only reason that caused her child's cleft lip. Natasha and Alma played their parts as well!

Natasha: Lucille?

Natasha: Have you slept yet?

Natasha: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to steal your man's heart. It's just that President Moore said that he likes clean women...

Her messages came one after another, causing Lucille's wall to collapse bit by bit.

She was not a strong person usually. At this moment, she felt desperate and hopeless.

Although maternal love made her strong, Lucille was gradually moving towards the most passive path at this time.

As soon as she closed her eyes, those pictures, text messages, and the child's cleft lips broke her down.

"No..."

Lucille stood up and saw the eyebrow razor not far away.

It was a sharp eyebrow razor without a cover. Looking at it, Lucille suddenly felt that she was too tired to live...

There was a voice in her head constantly telling her, "Go, as long as you do it, everything will be over."

Being instigated by the voice, she trod over and picked up the razor. Then, she slowly moved the razor towards her vein...

"It's over as long as I cut, isn't it?"

Lucille muttered to herself. At this moment, she didn't feel afraid at all. She merely felt that as long as she cut her wrist, she would be free.

At this time, her hand didn't seem to be a part of her body. She cut her wrist bit by bit...

The blood spurted out in an instant and then flowed out slowly.

Glancing at the blood, Lucille was not afraid at all, nor did she feel pain. She only felt that everything was over...

She would never be miserable in the future. Anyway, she was just a nobody. No one would feel sad even if she died.

Lucille watched the blood splatter as if she was waiting for the end of her life. She felt that her whole body was getting colder, and she began to have difficulty in breathing...

She had never experienced fetal movement. Just then, she clearly felt a little foot kick her in the belly.