When they were young, a big fire struck the orphanage. Everyone ran out, except Hugo.
It was Kiara who had risked everything to save him. The injury across her back had come from saving him.
They had no money then to treat it properly, so hidden damage remained. Now it had worsened again.
She once saw those scars as proof of love, but to him, it was nothing more than the word “disgusting.”
At nearly the same time, she vomited.
Yes, disgusting. The false concern on Hugo’s face now was unbearable to look at.
Watching her throw up, Hugo stepped forward with a bin and tried to support her, yet found his hand hovering awkwardly.
When she steadied herself, his sigh fell from above. “Kiara, I hope this incident can give you a lesson.”
“If you hadn’t been so stubborn in the beginning and embarrassed me outside, I wouldn’t have treated you that way.”
“Kiara, you need to understand one thing. I’m your husband. In this world, I’m the only one you can depend on.”
Kiara was disgusted, leaving her speechless.
Sure that she could not live without him, he betrayed her without pause.
Sure that she stood alone, he crushed her again and again.
Disgusting, truly unbearably disgusting.