My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 546

Chapter 546It was already 11 pm when Crystal came out of the police station and returned to the sharedapartment.She was exhausted.At this time of the day, all her roommates were dreaming on their bedsBut the lights were still on.She trudged to the door and took out the key stiffly to open it. She stopped in midair because thedoor was eagerly opened by Andrea from inside.“Was that man your husband?” She raised her voice and suddenly asked.Andrea looked sullen, as if she would not sleep at night until she got the answer. ,Crystal's mind was in a mess. Having been suddenly scolded, she was stunned for a moment andbecame even more stupefied.Andrea was somehow angrier after seeing that she did not answer immediately, “Why are youplaying with me like this? You easterners were so good at hiding, it turned out that you are the mosthypocritical!”Camille was also in the room. She sat in the living room chair and roamed over Crystal awkwardly.After a moment of hesitation, she couldn't help but say, “The Armani man came to our restauranttoday and said he wanted to see you. He said he was your husband.”“Crystal, why did you lie to us that you and he are just ordinary friends?”For Camille, who had always been straightforward, what Crystal did was incomprehensible. Since theman was her husband, how could she lie to her friends that he was just an ordinary friend?What's more, Andrea fancied the man so much that she had been talking about him for the past fewdays and even wanted to learn to cook Asian food.“We are divorced.”Facing their threatening questions, she replied in a low voice without any emotion."Are you divorced?” Andrea surveyed her with a raised eyebrow.“He is so handsome and rich. Why were you willing to divorce him?”In Andrea's opinion, Crystal was not good enough to match the elegant man who was obviouslyfromthe upper class.Camille muttered, “Even if you got divorced, he’s still your ex-husband. Why did you lie to us?”It was hard for Camille to accept the fact that her friend lied to her."Why did your ex-husband come to you over and over again?”"Was it because of the distribution of your property?”Andrea kept probing into it.“I don't think that man was her ex-husband at all,” Camille talked to herself. “Divorced couples arevery cold when it comes to property distribution.”Crystal stopped speaking, but Andrea and Camille didn't quit their pressing and muttering.It was late at night, and the incandescent lights in the shared room were bright and dazzling.Crystal looked around bewilderingly. The foreign shared apartment, simple furnishings, old andyellowed walls, and the unhappy roommates in front of her.All of a sudden, Crystal felt like she was dreaming.uuWhy did she give up the connections, friends and all the resources at home, and came to thisunfamiliar city unexpectedly? When she woke up from her dream, she would feel frightened,confused and fearful.She used to comfort herself that going abroad was giving her a new life. As long as she got throughit, life would be better.She thought that this shabby apartment would be her support and warm harbor, but at thismoment, she had a feeling that she had nowhere to rest. The world was so big, but there was noharbor for her.Andrea seemed furious and slammed her door hard.Camille glanced disappointedly at Crystal at the door, and turned around to go back her bedroom.The living room's headlights were turned off, leaving only a yellowed old light bulb, makingeverything in front of her look even more hazy and dreamy.Crystal stood at the door for a long time until her feet were killing her. Then she recovered andstepped into the room, closing the door very gently.She had been living with caution all the time, probably because she had been living under herstepfather and stepbrother since she was a child. Where she grew up was not her home. Just likenow, this shared apartment was not her home, so she had to be very gentle and careful, for fear ofdisturbing“Baby, I couldn't protect you...” She couldn't stop crying.She buried her head in her knees and cried with her body trembling.Emma worked the night shift at the bar and came back at 4 a. m. She gently opened the door andwas surprised to see Crystal hugging herself and curling up on the sofa. She was crying.“Are you sad because of the man?”Emma was very considerate and spoke in a low voice, sitting quietly beside her.“Did you go abroad suddenly to avoid him?"Crystal was still keeping her head down. She tried to hide her choked voice, not wanting Emma tosee her crying so miserably.Emma did not force her to speak. Instead, she poured herself a glass of cold water, took a big sip,and recounted her story. “Actually, the reason why I left my hometown and came to Paris is not thatI fell in love with a Parisian man.”"When I was in my hometown, I had a ten-year boyfriend. We knew each other since we were kids,and we've planned a lot for our future, including so many beautiful things, but,”Emma slowed down her voice, with a rare sadness in her eyes. “When I happily told him that I waspregnant and we were going to be parents, he asked me to have an abortion...”Hearing such a similar experience, Crystal was shocked for a moment. Then she raised her head andwatched Emma with her red and swollen eyes.Emma glanced at her and saw her crying eyes. She chuckled and said in a low voice, “At that time, Iwas like you now, sitting on the bed and crying alone every night.”"Actually, I really regret it now.”“I'm sorry for my child.”"How could I...” Emma forced a smile on her face, for she wanted to face the memories calmly with asmile. “My boyfriend said that we didn't have enough money to give the child a good life at thattime. We couldn't afford it, so I agreed to have an abortion.”“If 1 had followed my heart, my child would be as tall as here now.”Emma reached out and showed her with her hand around her waist.“Men couldnt understand this pain. He felt that my depression after the abortion was unreasonable.In the end, I broke up with him and came to Paris.”

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