My Crazy Lady's

Chapter 127 (MCL)

Hanna quickened her pace, hurriedly descending the stairs. His intention at the beginning, he went down and left a letter at the receptionist of the inn, in fact the letter fell out of nowhere, which must not be in his handbag.

"Lady Claymore." Hanna's steps come to a halt in the presence of a man she feels she doesn't know, but in reality knows her. Hanna was forced to raise her face, observing the man for a moment, not knowing him, Hanna just nodded and walked out of the inn.

The man was still fixated on staring at the back of Hanna who stepped out of the inn door. She's sure it's the duchess of Claymore.

"You're not wrong, My Lord. She is indeed the duchess of Claymore" said the man behind the reception desk as if understanding the contents of the old man's mind who had become a regular subscription at the inn.

"And you know who he met here?" lord Peter Pettigrew approached. The curiously nosy old man, taking out a piece of paper money, leaned in front of the receptionist.

"An ex-lover, William Malory."

Once inside the carriage, Hanna could breathe a sigh of relief. A long fight can get out of there quickly. And that makes his spirit light up, the problem of his friend has been resolved.

An hour before Alex returns, Hanna is home. Take a shower and dress up to welcome her husband.

Tonight is a big night for Hanna. She had made plans to tell her husband about the good news about her pregnancy.

"You've come home" greeted Hanna half-running to meet her husband in the doorway.

"Slow down, honey." said Alex smiling. Hanna's running, but she's the one who's feeling so scared that woman's gonna slip.

"I miss you" whispered Hanna. Alex smiled, and gave her an old, soft and long kiss. "I miss you too."

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He waited until Alex finished his port wine after dinner and they sat in a white and gold room. Pretending to be busy reading, Hanna let out a sigh. "I don't know why I've been feeling so tired lately." He did not look up, therefore he missed the proud and full of laughter that Alex cast towards Hanna.

"You don't know, sweetie?" alex asked carefully. Alex thinks Hanna knows she's pregnant, but Alex isn't sure, and if there's a chance Hanna's afraid of getting pregnant. Alex wants to delay Hanna's anxiety for as long as possible.

"No," Hanna replied with a pondering attitude. "But I wanted to return my papa's letter tonight, and I just realized I left it in my desk drawer upstairs. Do you mind taking it for me? That ladder looks like a mountain to climb these days."

Alex got up, landed a light kiss on Hanna's forehead, ruffled Hanna's hair fondly, and walked briskly up the curved marble staircase.

He walked into Hanna's room and smiled broadly as he looked around her. The faint fragrance of Hanna's perfume smelled there. Hanna's comb and brush are located on the dressing table. Hanna's existence filled the spacious room and made it look beautiful, fresh and lively. Like Hanna herself.

While again wondering if Hanna was pregnant, and wondering why, if Hanna did know, the woman did not tell her.

Alex opened the drawer of the Rosewood writing desk. He took the blue paper from the thick pile Hanna used, then fumbled through the drawer, looking for Hanna's father's letter. Unable to find him, Alex removes what the man thinks is a white handkerchief and searches among piles of unused paper. Approaching the bottom of the pile, he finally found a folded letter inside the envelope.

Unsure if it was the letter Hanna wanted, Alex opened it and read the words Hanna wrote, dated today.

"He was very surprised?" alex muttered in confusion. Look once again at the letter that was clearly addressed to William Malory, because the name of the man was in the corner of the paper.

Alex's brain was digesting the unbelievable. His brain face shouts denial, though something inside Alex slowly cracks and begins to disintegrate. Alex felt as if he was crushed and all parts of him scattered.

It turned out that Hanna had been playing a show the night she came to propose to the girl. Hanna's self-judgment continues to flash in Alex's mind. The words of love that the woman used to say were only lies! Cheap and disgusting lies!

The fun moment when the woman whispered 'I love you' was just a charade.

Now for Alex, it's all fake. Hanna still holds a taste for her ex-boyfriend. Even the most disgusting, the woman is related to Malory who is married to her own best friend, even to the point of becoming pregnant, conceiving a child William Malory! Hanna is the cruelest woman Alex has ever met.

Dazed and languishing, Alex sits down while his brain rages for answers and arrives at a self-destructive conclusion.

He recalled, a time during the last months, when Hanna went to London for what she said was 'shopping' and 'visiting' friends. Alex's throat was bitter. The child Hanna conceived now might just be someone else's child, no, it would definitely be William Malory!

That ja*lang lady! Liar woman, impostor, No, Alex can't call Hanna that way anymore, even when she's suffering like this. He loved Hanna too much, until the last minute, to curse Hanna. But Alex loves that shrewd showman and con man!

Shallow lady! Just a body. Not more. And that body doesn't even belong to an Alex.

With the survival instinct he has, Alex must praise Hanna for it! Alex wants to believe the baby might be the baby. He even tried to convince himself for a moment.

In reality, their lives are just theatrical. Every word Hanna said, every look of that woman, Hanna's attitude in bed, all that show Hanna did every day. All that disgusting immoral theatrics!

Alex's hand squeezed the blue paper, slowly squeezing it into a clay and hard ball. The pain within him began to dissipate, while a cold and dark anger charged at him.

He dropped the lump of paper into the desk drawer and closed it hard, but the drawer did not want to close. A strip of white clothing with a small 'C' embroidered with blue thread in the collar section is sandwiched between the drawer and the table, half in and half out.

Alex looked at him, then tapped him violently. This is what I have to find, Alex realized angrily. It touched the way Hanna told her about the pregnancy! Hanna really likes drama!

In disgust, Alex dropped the little outfit on the floor and stepped on it as he turned to walk away.

"I see you've found it" whispered Hanna from the doorway, her gaze fixated sadly on the little clothes under Alex's feet.

"When?" alex said coldly.

"Around seven months, I guess."

Alex looked at Hanna, fury rising from the man's body. Alex viciously uttered every word he said that pierced carefully. "I don't want it!"