My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 450 My Heart Is Dead

Armand glared at her coldly as he continued, "I know everything you've been doing behind my back, Sylvie. I just couldn't be bothered to have someone take action, that's all."

"You couldn't be bothered? I bet you wanted Genevieve to see me like this, didn't you?" Sylvie snapped at him.

She knew she had struck a nerve when she felt his grip on her chin tighten, but she didn't dare go any further out of fear.

"Stop wearing green and stop styling your makeup to look like her. Oh, and stop wearing that d*mned perfume too. Smelling it on you fills my heart with nothing but disgust. You will do exactly as I say if you want to continue living a good life like this," Armand said while wiping his hands with a paper towel.

He tossed it onto the bar and entered the bedroom while Sylvie stood there, seemingly frozen in place.

The paper towel was still fairly clean as Armand had only used it to wipe his hands earlier, but Sylvie felt as though it was covered in germs and viruses.

All these years, I thought Armand had treated me well because he saw me as a replacement for Genevieve. Turns out that I'm not even worthy of being her replacement... He only brought me to those social events so people would forget about bedding me out of their fear for him. I've never seen a man so reserved yet terrifying at the same time!

Not wanting to stick around any longer, Sylvie grabbed her handbag and was about to leave when the doorbell rang.

Her eyes lit up with glee when she looked through the peephole and saw that it was Genevieve outside the door.

Sylvie deliberately messed up her hair even further and undid the first button on her skirt before opening the door.

Armand had already left the bar by the time Genevieve finished her phone call. She had come rushing over when she found out that he had gotten drunk and that Sylvie had brought him to this hotel. Judging by Sylvie's messy hair and reddened eyes, it's obvious what the two of them have been doing earlier...

Genevieve felt her heart sink at the thought of that.

"Do you need something, Ms. Rachford?" Sylvie asked with her lips pursed.

"No, you two carry on!" Genevieve replied and left in a hurry.

She was gripping the box of sobering pills so tightly that it nearly deformed in her hands.

Sylvie waited until a minute had passed since Genevieve entered the elevator before leaving the room.

The mere thought of what she saw earlier filled Genevieve with so much anger that she trembled all over.

What a f*cking sc*mbag! I wouldn't have returned if I'd known he'd be like this! My life was so much better in Dartan!

She threw the sobering pills into the trash.

Her phone started ringing when she stepped out of the hotel.

Genevieve waited until she was inside her car before answering the call.

"What's up, Sweetie?"

"I miss you, Mommy! You said you'd give me a call every two days!" A little girl's soft and adorable voice came on the other line.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie. I've been too busy lately," Genevieve said and gave her a kiss over the phone.

"When will you bring me home, Mommy? I really miss you and Daddy!"

Genevieve broke into a frown, as hearing that reminded her of what had happened at the hotel earlier. "You no longer have a daddy! He's dead!" "Huh? Really?"

"Well, he's not actually dead, but my heart is. Do not talk to me about him ever again, you hear?" Genevieve said coldly.

"Then why did you give me the nickname 'Mandy,' Mommy? Wouldn't that remind you of Daddy whenever you call my name?" asked the little girl.

"Yeah, I was stupid for telling you and your brother all that. I should've let Mr. Valentine be your daddy instead!" Genevieve replied with a wry chuckle.

"Don't be angry, Mommy! I'll help you teach Daddy a lesson in my dreams tonight!" Amanda comforted her with a kiss over the phone.

Feeling a lot better after hearing that, Genevieve continued chatting with her until she got home.