Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1475: Coughing Blood

Willow Crawford looked at Morgan Ashworth and finally whispered, "Forget it, hubby. In the future... please forget me..."

Better let him forget her.

Because if he constantly keeps her in his heart, he will be in pain. She doesn’t want him to suffer.

As long as he’s healthy and happy, it’s enough.

Willow placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, "Goodbye, my love. We possibly won’t meet again."

...

Morgan Ashworth dreamt, a sweet dream, where he saw Willow Crawford.

Willow sat beside his bed, her soft fingers touching his handsome face, and she even kissed him.

She seemed to say something to him, but he couldn’t hear it clearly. He tried hard to listen and then felt something wet on his face, like tears falling, and he opened his eyes.

He was in his room, lying on his bed, with a hand resting on his face.

This hand was real; it truly existed. Someone was touching his face.

Turns out, she was always by his side.

It seems he wasn’t dreaming.

Morgan reached out and grabbed that small hand, tightly wrapping it in his palm, "Willow, I..."

The next second, he clearly saw the person beside the bed; it was... Wesley Kingsley.

It wasn’t Willow Crawford at all, but Wesley Kingsley.

Wesley blushed when he grabbed her small hand and asked with concern, "Master Ashworth, you’re awake?"

Morgan paused for a few seconds and then quickly released her hand and sat up, "Why is it you?"

Wesley stiffened, "Master Ashworth, if not me, then who did you think it was?"

Morgan pressed his thin lips together, his dark eyes scanning the room for the person he wanted, but he couldn’t find her. His expression turned ominous, dark enough to drip water, "Where is Willow? Where is she?"

"Master Ashworth..."

Wesley couldn’t finish her sentence because Morgan, lacking patience, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Someone come!"

Eleven and a maid rushed in, "Master, what are your orders?"

"Where is my wife? Where did she go?" Morgan barked coldly.

The maid lowered her head in fright, and Eleven hesitantly looked at Morgan, stammering, "Master, the madam... she..."

"Speak up, are you stuttering?" Morgan shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

"Master, the madam was taken back by the Crawford family."

What?

She was taken away?

Did she leave while he was unconscious?

Impossible.

It couldn’t be.

She would never run away while he was unconscious.

"I’m going to find her now. I have to bring her back!" Morgan dashed out the door.

He wasn’t even wearing shoes, now barefoot on the cold floor, hurrying with Willow in his mind and heart. Wesley stood dumbfounded, watching the man she remembered as indifferent, aloof, and always composed, now acting possessed.

It was the first time Wesley saw him like this, so she was shocked.

Eleven immediately stepped forward to block him, "Master, don’t go after her. She won’t come back."

"Impossible, she will come back."

"Master, the madam left you a message."

"What message?"

"The madam said, you should forget her."

Morgan’s steps suddenly halted. He looked at Eleven, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, his handsome face twisted with rage, staring at Eleven like a wild beast wishing to tear her apart.

"She couldn’t have said that. That message isn’t hers!" he said, gritting his teeth, one word at a time.

"Master, you have to accept reality. The madam is gone. Even if you find her and bring her back, you can retain her physically, but not her heart. Why force a woman who doesn’t love you?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Morgan charged forward, grabbing Eleven by the collar, "What do you know? You know nothing. She loves me. We are already married, and she’s carrying my child. How could she not love me?"

"I understand now. She must be angry at me for being cold to her recently. She must be upset about my rash actions last night. She’s throwing a tantrum at me. It’s okay. I’ll go to apologize to her now. I’ll beg her to come back. I’ll plead. Is that okay?"

Morgan shouted out his intention to beg her, leaving the entire room silent.

Wesley stood upstairs, watching the possessed man, the man who was always so proud and now seemingly delusional, wanting to beg Willow to come back. She couldn’t understand what kind of deep love could make a man do this.

What pride, what dignity, he had thrown it all away.

Willow Crawford, that woman, had driven him mad.

Eleven looked painfully at Morgan, "Master, enough. Even if you beg her, she won’t come back."

As she spoke, Eleven took out something and handed it to Morgan, "Master, this is what the madam left for you."

What?

Morgan took the item, which was a document. Five bold words on it: Divorce Agreement.

A divorce agreement.

Morgan looked at the five words over and over, his eyes turning red, his throat surging with blood.

Divorce...

She wants to divorce him.

Morgan still remembered her secretly bringing the household registry to marry him. At that time, she sweetly hugged him, repeatedly telling him how much she loved him. She said she wouldn’t leave him again and would stay with him for life.

But now, she had given him this to see.

Why?

Why indeed?

Morgan suddenly realized he never truly understood her. Her love was like a flower in water, touching it only for it to shatter.

Haha.

How ridiculous.

Morgan clutched the divorce agreement tightly, "Even if she gives this to me, I have to hear it from her mouth. Anything conveyed by others is invalid. I need her to tell me she wants a divorce, otherwise, I won’t believe it. I’ll go bring her back right now."

He thought of something, murmuring, "She will definitely come back with me. She’s carrying my child—it’s my biggest bargaining chip. I’m the child’s father, and she surely wouldn’t want her child born fatherless. Even if I use the child to bind her, it would work."

Eleven, eyes red, looked at her master, knowing how deep and consuming his love for Willow is, a love that humbles him into the earth.

Maybe that’s also why he doesn’t like Willow.

Throughout history, love has always been the most hurtful.

If only he were less sincere, but he’s a devoted type, committed and passionate for a lifetime.

Morgan strode out, determined to bring back Willow.

But after a few steps, blood surged uncontrollably in his throat, and he spat blood, collapsing on the spot.