"Don't think that just because you've been with me for so long, you can act recklessly. You're not qualified yet."
My collar was tightly grasped by his big hand, my face turned red, and I felt like I was being pushed into the water and was about to suffocate.
"Let go... let go. It hurts." Beads of sweat the size of beans fell down one by one.
"Why are you pretending? Mr. Thompson said you were just in shock due to emotional excitement. To put it bluntly, you are just pretending to be sick."
The roar continued.
"Don't forget, I'm your wife."
I roared with force, veins bulging as I clenched onto the bedsheet tightly.
After sleeping in the same bed for so many days and nights, no matter how cold-hearted a person was, they would not just be physically active without being emotionally active.
After all, we once took the oath together at the church.
"So what? You're not even as good as one of her fingers."
I closed my eyes.
At this moment, I realized that all my efforts over the past five years were actually a joke.
He was not my safe haven, after all.
Six days passed in a flash, and I was lying in bed like a dead fish.