A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 1314

Chapter 1314

Eleanor had laid out her cards on the table, and yet the answer she was given was a cold shoulder. She felt a sense of defeat, a smirk playing on her lips, “There should be a reason for your betrayal, right?” right?”

Sophie clung to Berard’s arm, resting her head on his shoulder, “Can’t you see, he’s with me now.”

A scomful laugh escaped Eleanor’s lips, “How can he be with you when he despises you so much. If you want to get rid of me, just do it. Don’t disgust him, or me.”

Sophie didn’t seem perturbed by Eleanor’s words, she simply lifted her fair hand and gently caressed her belly, “Yes, he despised me once, but things have changed. I’m bearing his child, so he should bear some responsibility…”

Eleanor’s body, which she had been forcing herself to keep upright, froze instantly. From her hands to her feet, a chill ran through her body. The belief that ‘he was doing this to protect me’ collapsed abruptly in her mind.

Her disbelieving gaze moved from Sophie’s smug face to Bernard’s, “Tell me it’s not true, and I will believe you.”

Bernard, drenched in cold sweat from the pain, was listening to the ticking of a countdown in his head, simultaneously looking past her face to the red laser sight behind her head.

The crimson glow at the corner of his eye extinguished in the glare of the light, replaced by an even more terrifying icy gaze. “I was drunk, so I made a mistake.”

His words plunged Eleanor into her own personal hell. She tried to claw her way out, but countless hands were pulling her back, dragging her into an endless darkness.

In that moment, she could neither see nor hear anything, all she could hear was the rhythmic beating of her own heart.

So, hearts could still beat, no wonder it hurt so much. It felt as if it was ripped apart, bleeding under the scorching sun, the burning sensation was unbearable, bringing tears to Eleanor’s eyes.

“So, you want to divorce me not because you have no choice, but because you made a mistake and impregnated another woman, but Bernard…”

Eleanor lifted her chin slightly, forcing back the tears threatening to spill. She stared at the man in front of her who had wronged her, and said, “I am also pregnant.”

For some reason, using the word ‘also’ made her feel like a third wheel. Yet, facing these two people and a divorce agreement, she felt like an outsider.

Eleanor could not help but scoff internally, her eyes still fixed on Bernard. She wanted to see how he would react, but he was just looking at her indifferently.

She had dreamed that Bernard would be overjoyed to learn she was pregnant and would twirl her around in his arms. None of that happened, only indifference and detachment.

His cold gaze was no different from the day he had abandoned her with just a piece of agreement. So, Eleanor understood, he had chosen to abandon her once again, for Sophie.

After a bitter laugh, Eleanor slowly picked up the divorce agreement, flipping it open to the first page. She found herself remembering their wedding vows signed in Ireland.

There was a memorable line: ‘Today, on February 14th, Valentine’s Day, the groom Bernard, the bride Eleanor, united in matrimony, till death do us part, for a hundred years!

Eleanor, who had etched this vow into her mind, silently smirked, “It hasn’t been a hundred years, and the groom has already broken his word.”

These words caused Bernard to stiffen. He instinctively pushed Sophie away and tried to reach for Eleanor’s hand, but Sophie raised her hand towards the direction of the sniper rifle. Multiple red dots immediately focused on the back of Eleanor’s head, forcing Bernard to retract his hand.

Eleanor, who was looking down at the agreement, didn’t see any of this. She just flipped through the pages, as if giving Bernard a chance to stop her. But when she didn’t hear him speak, she knew she couldn’t wait any longer.

Eleanor quickly flipped to the last page, fighting back the tears welling up in her eyes. She looked up at Bernard, “One last question, did you sleep with her because you were drunk, or because you loved her?”

Before Bernard could answer, Sophie answered for him, “Well, he was drunk at first, but then we did it a couple more times, so he must have grown feelings for

me…”

Eleanor regarded Sophie with such disdain that she didn’t even bother to step on her. She just looked at Bernard, “Is that how it is?”