Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 81: Samantha had an abortion because of you

Chapter 81: Samantha had an abortion because of you
When pride gets wounded, people often put on a nonchalant front—especially men as arrogant as Drake.
With a smirk tugging at his lips, he scoffed, "Sarah and I?
That Chapter closed ages ago.
Look at me—I’ve been doing just fine all these years.
You don’t actually think I still have feelings for her, do you?
That’s downright laughable.
With all the women around me, what does Sarah even matter—" His words cut off abruptly as the door swung open, revealing Sarah herself.
The air grew so thick it felt suffocating.
Beauty’s expression darkened as she murmured, "Sarah... you’re here."
Drake’s face remained as cocky as ever, though now tinged with unmistakable discomfort.
His head dipped slightly, lips quirking into a strained half-smile.
Ignoring him completely, Sarah turned to the desk and set down a folder.
"President Marson, I’ve finalized the project proposal and adjusted the advertising budget in the evaluation .
Please review them at your convenience."
Then, as if Drake didn’t exist, she pivoted toward Beauty with an easy, warm smile.
"You rarely visit the office these days, Beauty.
What brings you here?"
Her gaze flickered with surprise the moment she noticed the dazzling necklace around Beauty’s neck.
"Isn’t this the latest exclusive piece from headquarters?
It sold out in pre-orders before even hitting the market.
This must be the limited-edition debut version."
Fingers lightly tracing the petals of a budding rose pendant, Sarah arched a brow, her lips curving into a knowing smile.
Beauty beamed, tilting her chin eagerly.
"How did you know it’s the debut version, Sarah?"
With a faint smile playing on her lips, she pursed her rosy mouth slightly and said, "The ’001’ imprint on the back means this is the first piece of its kind released nationwide—a prototype, one of a kind.
Seems like Lucas really treats you well."
Sarah spoke with a smile in her eyes as she gazed at Lucas, her expression unreadable, the corners of her lips curling upward.
She completely ignored the presence of the other person standing beside him.
Beauty bit her lower lip, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she lowered her head, her gaze fixed awkwardly on the ground.
Her silky hair cascaded down, making her look as delicate and exquisite as a porcelain doll.
"Sarah, actually, just now I—"
"I didn’t take it to heart.
It’s not like I’ve just discovered your sharp tongue today."
Sarah waved it off casually before adding, "By the way, just a heads-up—Samantha is returning tomorrow.
She reached out to me.
Aren’t you going to pick her up from the airport?"
A graceful, gentle smile graced Sarah’s face, as if bestowed upon her by divine favor.
It complemented her aloof, refined features perfectly.
Samantha was the vast ocean that stood between her and Drake.
Every time she appeared, she churned their hearts into turmoil—leaving them teetering on the edge of an abyss, with no retreat in sight.
"She mentioned it to me," Drake replied evenly.
"But there’s a shareholders’ meeting at the company tomorrow.
I won’t have time to pick her up—I’ve arranged for the driver to go instead."
Sarah let out a light chuckle, a flicker of pain flashing through her eyes before it was swiftly masked.
A trace of mockery tugged at her lips.
"Since when has Mr. Drake been so devoted to the company?
It seems I really don’t know you as well as I thought."
"When have you ever understood me?
Do you think everyone is as heartless as you?"
Drake lips curled into a bitter smile as he spoke, his fingers tightening around the glass in his hand.
Perhaps neither of them truly knew each other.
Otherwise, how could a single incident have driven them so far apart, cutting all ties between them?
Sarah’s expression was icy as she arched a delicate brow, casting a fleeting glance at Beauty.
Her eyes lifted slightly.
"Beauty, I have some matters to attend to in the office.
Call me if you need anything."
With a faint smile directed at Lucas, she turned and walked out, leaving Drake with nothing but the striking sight of her retreating figure.
All these years, her back was all he ever got to see.
Unconsciously, his brow twitched.
"That’s just how she is—cuts deep without a second thought for others.
After all this time, she hasn’t changed one bit."
Lucas spread his hands, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I’d say you’re just as stubborn as she is.
Is it really so hard for two people in love to bend just once, to soften each other?"
"Hard?
When it comes to Sarah, it’s damn near impossible.
Every time I try to talk things out, she’s like a thorny rose—piercing straight to the bone.
She’ll probably never forgive me for what happened."
Today’s Drake was a revelation to Beauty.
Normally indifferent to gossip, she suddenly drew a sharp breath.
Eyebrows raised, she studied him.
"Is there some misunderstanding between you and Sarah?
Or... something deeper?"
A wry smile flickered across Drake’s face.
He let out a cold scoff.
"Guess I owed her from a past life.
Lucas, come drink with me tonight. I need to drown this weight in my chest."
"How can you still have the mood to drown your sorrows in alcohol?
Samantha is coming back tomorrow—how are you planning to handle things with her?
She’s the woman who had an abortion because of you."
An abortion?
Beauty’s heart lurched violently.
No wonder Sarah had treated Drake like that.
No woman could ever forgive something like that.
The fact that the two of them could still speak so calmly to each other was already a miracle.
"What a scumbag!
You men are all so selfish.
You do something like that and still expect forgiveness?
Have you ever stopped to think about how many people you’ve hurt?"
Seeing Beauty’s righteous fury on behalf of all women, Drake couldn’t help but laugh.
A wicked smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
"Don’t direct that at me.
You should be saying it to Lucas beside you—he’s the real menace of New York, the biggest troublemaker in all cities."
The moment the words left his mouth, Lucas’s eyes narrowed dangerously, a cold glint flashing in their depths.
Drake immediately clamped his mouth shut under that icy stare and turned his head away.
"Beauty, where did you go today?"
Lucas’s attention shifted back to her, his piercing gaze seeming to bore straight into the depths of her soul.
She swallowed hard, her nerves betraying her.
"I—I met up with a friend and went to the amusement park.
We got tired from playing, so I was just hailing a cab home."
Beauty had never been good at lying. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as she stammered out the words.
"Then where’s your friend?
Why did I only see you alone on the side of the road?"
Drake cut in sharply, his brow arched skeptically as he scrutinized her, clearly weighing the truth of her words.
Beauty nervously clasped her hands together. "I’ll have the driver take you home.
From now on, if you can’t get a taxi, just call the villa’s chauffeur service.
It’s not safe for a young woman to be out alone—especially now that you’ve been exposed to the media.
Even though your outfit today is quite plain, if someone recognizes you, it could cause trouble."
Plain?
Beauty nodded vigorously, pressing her lips together as she silently scoffed at the remark.
When a man describes a woman as "plain," what he really means is she’s downright ugly!