The Reincarnation Wife of the Cruel President
#Sickness!!!

#Gerarda Lewis called Gege (Sister).

#Geraldine Lewis called Rara (brother).

Old man, Mommy Becca Lewis.

                    Father Arthur Lewis.

Right hand\=> Tom

#Elmer Richards

   Right hand \=> Joe

Maid: Auntie Ang

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The room was instantly silent, under the dim atmosphere, the light rays from the balcony through the window gap limited the two faces staring at each other, looking at each other.

His chest rumbled, his heart ached, sick and tight, all mixed up, the tears that he shed daily in grief and now the sadness had a cure, smashed to pieces.

"I'm gonna stab Rara,"

His world collapsed, his two mouths opened, but his voice seemed to be gone. Her tears flowed looking at the sick man in front of her.

Her hand squeezed the testpack in her right hand, a gift she wanted to give to her husband, Elmer. It was not only him who prepared the gift.

"Let's get a divorce, Rara's back. Our mistakes in the past, let them pass." One breath, Elmer was very fluent and eloquent in saying.

Passed over? It seems that his world will not return. His hopes were dashed, a proof in his hand he hoped the man in front of him would change, three years. Three years he begged the love of the man in front of him who loved his brother, what happened that night was not his trap.

Although he loved the man who was his brother's lover, he could only love him in silence.

There was no longer his house where he rested, his light, everything was gone.

The apartment he lived in during his marriage, where he gave all his love. He persisted even though the man in front of him kicked him coldly, ignoring him as if he did not exist.

Elmer, the man owns a mansion, but the mansion doesn't belong to him, only to his older brother, Geraldine.

Luckily the older brother is loved by a man like Elmer, but his life is not as lucky as the older brother.

Since the incident where he was found with Elmer without any clothes, his parents hated him, the two parents who loved him, looked at him with love now turned their faces away.

Both of his hands opened the door of the white-painted closet, he took a deep breath. He took his clothes without a bit left.

He pulled his suitcase, until at the doorway he turned his body around to the man who was still standing in his place. "Thank you, thank you for teaching me the meaning of love and hurt. One thing you know, I'm pregnant with your child, but you don't have to worry. He won't interfere with your life."

As usual, her expression was unreadable, without preventing her from containing her baby.

He went down the stairs with tears flowing, his legs seemed limp, but he tried to climb his feet. He didn't want to look, it hurt.

Both eyes were reddened, he felt his stomach. In one glance, the car was speeding up splitting the heavy traffic.

He kept crying, crying and spilling all his pain. He has no one, but he has to fight.

Unconsciously, from the right direction the truck was speeding, he turned his head and cried. The black car rolled three times, the broken glass of the black car door stuck on his forehead.

With a tight chest, his bloody hand touched his stomach. "I'm sorry dear Mommy, Mommy can't make you happy yet. Mommy can't give birth to you yet, but trust me. Mommy loves you so much."

Darkened

Darkened

Darkened

A cold sweat soaked the face with that frown, in the blink of an eye it opened and moved, its breath was chopped off, its chest going up and down.