Chapter 1709 Interrupted
Perhaps this was the reason there were so many couples who hated each other. They would act childish and harm themselves just to prove their love. In the end, that love faded away, and they would go separate ways and vow never to see each other again.
Ashton flew into a fit of rage at the words. His veins bulged out from his temples as his expression scrunched up in fury.
I was sitting on his lap, and he was gripping my shoulder as we faced each other. We were so close yet so far from each other.
Right then, John hurried in with a document in his hand. When he saw us in the intimate position, he jolted in fright. “What is this? What are you doing in public? I’m standing right here!”
At once, the tension in the air vanished. I quickly jumped off Ashton’s lap and tidied my clothes. “Why are you here instead of keeping Emma company at her home?” I asked nonchalantly.
“Oh, well.” John stuck a hand in his pocket and shook his legs. “Are you blaming me for interrupting your intimate session? Should I leave?”
He made to turn and leave. I immediately called out, “All right. Stop joking. Let’s talk business.”
Raising my chin to gesture at the folder in his hand, I asked, “What is this?”
John raised the folder as told and glanced at it before handing it to me behind the couch. “The thing you wanted earlier. I had no idea that person kept track of everything. It only took me a phone call to get it. Do you still want it?” he asked.
“Of course, I do!” I took the folder from him hastily. If my guess was right, the folder contained all the information about Rebecca’s rape back then.
Now that I had stopped bothering Ashton, he relaxed and poured himself a drink. Sweeping a nonchalant glance over the folder in my hands, he inquired, “What is it?”
John explained before I could. “The information about Rebecca’s unplanned pregnancy.”
I happened to be pulling the document out. Hearing his words, Ashton immediately discarded his glass on the table and grabbed the folder away from me.
Instinctively, I gripped the folder tightly. As both of us were tugging at it, the document, including the folder, ripped into two parts.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that the truth was near. To prevent Ashton from destroying the evidence, I got up and hid behind John while reading the remaining half of the document swiftly.
“Scar,” Ashton growled. There was a hint of warning in his voice.
However, John was on my side and blocked his advance. “Hey, hey! Can’t you calm down and talk? Why are you so excited about a document? If Scar asks for something that you think is overboard, will you even hit her?”
Ashton ignored his words and tried to get past him to get the document from me.
John initially thought his words could scare Ashton away. Seeing how agitated Ashton was, he took offense, and they got involved in a fight. Their eyes blazed with anger as they grappled with each other.
I managed to catch a glimpse of the most important detail in the document.
Case carried out at the behest of Roger Melton.
Clearly, Roger Melton and Mr. Melton were the same person.
The last thing I wanted to acknowledge had been verified. I stared at the document, froze to the spot. I didn’t know how to react to the piece of information.
Yes, Rebecca was my scapegoat.
Back then, Roger held a grudge against Ashton, who took over his family’s business. He then hired a gang of thugs to rape me as a form of revenge.
Our marriage was on the rocks, and we rarely appeared together in public. Not a lot of people knew Ashton’s wife was a mere project director in the company.
As Rebecca kept pestering Ashton and appeared with him frequently, the thugs thought she was me and assaulted her sexually. They took off right after the deed and left a naked Rebecca alone on the streets.
