I’m Dying But My Scumbag Husband Said He Loves Me by LIOI

Chapter 5 

Upon hearing this, Archer’s expression suddenly relaxed. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and played a video for me. 

The video showed a little boy who looked a lot like me playing a ball–tossing game with his babysitter. The video was short, only one minute long. 

Archer turned off the video, put it in his pocket, held my hand, and smiled at me, “Leila, I know you hate me, but the child is innocent. As long as you give up the thought of divorce, I’ll allow you to see him.” 

I closed my eyes and forced myself to suppress the chaotic thoughts. 

Archer was a bastard. 

“As long as you behave well in the future, we will have a good life as a family of three.” 

Archer kept talking about future plans. 

I couldn’t contain the anger in my heart. 

He was no longer the teenager who used to protect me. 

Time had sculpted him into the most disgusting appearance. 

Had he changed suddenly or maybe he was just a bad guy to begin with? 

It’s just that I put a thick filter on him because of the friendship we once had. 

“Archer, you are despicable and shameless.” 

After saying that, I couldn’t suppress the anger in my heart any longer, picked up the baseball bat in the corner, and smashed everything in the house madly. 

While dodging the flying debris, Archer shouted loudly, “Leilani, what are you crazy about?” 

“Leilani, what are you crazy 

I appeared provoked, knocked over the 

chairman looks like.” 

you say I was 

strike him with full force. 

you 

Archer was so scared that he quickly dodged. 

towards him, and wielded the baseball bat to 

After all the smashing, I was exhausted. Archer was lying on the 

bright red blood was particularly eye–catching. 

I dropped the baseball bat and stared at him, feeling satisfactio round unconscious, and a pool of 

If Maeve hadn’t heard the noise and rushed over, Archer would have been dead. 

In the evening, Maeve brought in a five–year-old child. 

She gently placed the child in front of her and coaxed him, “Matt, call her mommy quickly.” 

Upon seeing this child, an indescribable feeling overwhelmed my heart, turning my eyes instantly red. The little boy was well–raised, wearing a white shirt and yellow jumpsuit, and a backpack in the same 

colors. 

Mattew looked up and asked in confusion, “But my father told me that I don’t have a mother and that she died a long time ago.” 

Archer, I wanted to kill you!