Chapter 2

Winson's pov

"Winson, go to hell!"

She raised her hand, along with the knife hidden under her sleeve, and stabbed at me fiercely. Blood instantly gushed out from my shoulder

I looked at Natasha in disbelief. If I hadn't moved sideways, the knife would have stabbed into my heart.

Seeing this, the driver got out of the car in a hurry.

"Fuck off!"

Hearing the sharp voice, the driver quickly hid aside and looked from afar.

"Natasha, are you really crazy?"

"I'm crazy. If you hate me, come at me. Why did you destroy our family group? Why did you force my mother to death? Why did you feed my child to wolves?"

I said sarcastically, "Natasha, your mother slutty like you. She hooked my father and threw my mother into the river. She died unjustly."

Slap.

I was slapped hard on the face.

Although Natasha didn't have any strength, she had used all her strength to slap me..

"No way."

"Bitch, you deserve it. I almost died in the fire that day. It was Wendy who tried her best to save me. But what about you? You were having fun with another man."

Natasha roared, "no, I didn't. It's Wendy..."

"Shut up. You are so vicious. Even if Wendy wants to destroy you, you deserve it."

Natasha's weak body crashed into the car. The wound on her arm, which had been bitten by a wolf, began to dye blood stains, and her sleeves were soaked red.

Natasha's POV

At that time, Emily and Wendy were gang raped by a group of men. Emily died on the spot, and Wendy's uterus was injured. She was infertile for the rest of her life.

Winson looked into it again and again, and found out that it was me.

At that time, he also pinched my neck and questioned, "you know Emily saved my life. Why did you hurt her?"

No matter how hard I tried to explain, Winson just didn't believe it.

He firmly believed that I did something wrong because of jealousy.

Later, Winson found out that the death of his brother was related to my family

"Yes, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have loved you. I shouldn't have climbed into your bed. I shouldn't have married you..."

"Winson, I don't dare to love you anymore. I will give my life to you. Can you give my mother and daughter back to me?"

Winson's POV

As she spoke, she pulled out the knife on my shoulder——

I felt a pain on my shoulder and realized that it was too late for Natasha to move.

I saw the knife pierce into Natasha's heart,

She fell back

"Natasha..."

I sat outside the operating room and waited anxiously.

When I first saw the bite wounds on Natasha's arms and legs, my heart seemed to have been gouged out.

There was a rush of running behind . It was Wendy.

"Winson, is Natasha okay? Oh my God, Winson, what's wrong with your shoulder?"

Wendy squatted down to check my wound.

"How did you tell Natasha about the baby?"

"I was about to tell you. Last night, I asked someone to give the child to Natasha. This morning, when I went there to see her, I heard that Natasha actually... Put the child..."

"What's wrong?"

"She didn't want your child, so she threw it away."

I clenched my fists.

Wendy held my arm gently

"Winson, please don't be angry. Natasha was probably too angry at that time. The servant said that after Natasha threw the child out, she immediately regretted. As a result, several wolves came to the mountain behind her,

She followed a wolf to grab the child. She was bitten and hurt seriously. I don't know if she is all right. "

I stood up coldly and was about to leave.

Wendy stood up and asked, "Winson, Winson, where are you going? Natasha..."

"From now on, you don't have to tell me anything about her. It has nothing to do with me."

Wendy's POV

Seeing Winson walking away, I raised my eyebrows slightly.

I have been with Winson for so long, but he never gave me a caring look.

I snorted and ordered, "call aunt."

"Yes, sir."

I turned around to look at the door of the operating room. "Natasha, go to hell and feel it yourself."

Natasha's POV

When I woke up again, I was in the ward.

But before I could look around, a pair of big hands grabbed my hair and pulled me up from the bed.

Winson's aunt, Phiona.

"Bitch, how dare you kill my nephew with a knife? You are courting death!"

Looking at the ferocious look on Phiona's face, i felt ironic. In terms of the damage to Winson, this Phiona was truly ruthless.

But now, she came to question me?

Phiona raised her hand and said, "bitch, how dare you look at me like that?"

"Mom, what are you talking about with this kind of woman? I've told you that if you give her to me, I have many ways to make her life worse than death."

It was Osen, the son of Phiona.

He was a little bloated, tall and strong.

He looked at me up and down with an evil smile on his lips. He looked indescribably obscene.

Osen was a notorious womanizer.

Enduring the pain on her body, I tried her best to make my voice sound calm. "I don't need you to interfere in the matter between Winson and me. I want to see Winson."

Phiona shouted in a sharp voice:

"Do you still want to see Winson? Oh, stop dreaming. My Winson hates you very much now. He said that from now on, your life or death has nothing to do with him. Osen, you can play with this woman."

Osen stepped forward.

After Phiona opened the door and left, Osen began to unbutton his clothes while walking towards the bed.

"I've always wanted to have a try. I didn't expect that I would get what I wanted one day."

"Osen, you'd better behave yourself. I'm still Winson's wife."

"So what? I want his woman."