In the evening, he returned to the room that belonged to us on time.
I blocked his path. "Evan, if it weren't for that contract, would you ever set foot in our bedroom?"
Evan's gaze was icy as he looked at me. "Isn’t that a rhetorical question? This bedroom has always been yours, not mine."
I paled, struggling to hold myself together, so as not to crumble under the weight of Evan’s words.
"Evan, you’ve always wanted to get rid of me, haven’t you? I'll give you a chance.Doing your spousal duties to me, and I will sign the divorce papers. I’ll let you and Megan go."
Evan looked at me as if I were insane, his face full of disgust and disdain. His voice was cold and ruthless, "Avery, how can you be so despicable? Are you that desperate for a man?"
His words were like countless needles piercing my heart. Despicable? Is that how he sees me?
Is only his love for Megan considered true love, while mine is to be trampled upon?
I closed my eyes, afraid he’d see the tears and use them as weapons against me.
My hands, hanging by my sides, clenched into fists. I opened my eyes and made my decision. "Evan, you want to leave me, to be with Megan, right? This is your only chance to get rid of me. Miss it, and Megan will never be lawful wife."
"Bitch," he hissed, his eyes bloodshot, his face filled with rage and veins bulging on his forehead.
I suddenly found it hard to breathe as his large hand gripped my throat.
My neck hurt, my throat hurt, and so did my heart.
Mentioning Megan's name always made him lose his sanity, turn frantic and furious.
After three years of trying, I still held no place in his heart.
I closed my eyes, unwilling to see him crazed over another woman, and I stopped struggling. If he wanted my life, I would give it to him. I had given him my heart; what else can't I bear to give him?
Just when I thought I would suffocate, he threw me onto the floor.
Surprised that he hadn't strangled me, given his hatred, I endured the pain and looked up at him.
He stood over me, looking down like an emperor, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Avery, I agree. You're right. I do want to get rid of you. Every extra glance at you disgusts me."
My eyes widened, tears rolling down my cheeks. It hurt so much.
He didn’t allow me to respond. He dragged me up, and just as I tried to steady myself, he pushed me violently against the massive floor-to-ceiling window.
With a rip, he tore my nightgown.
"No!"
Realizing what he intended to do, I screamed.
My face pressed against the cold glass, I saw my reflection, marked by fear and panic.
"Don't be so cruel to me, Evan. I love you," I cried out in terror.
"Bitch, don't talk to me about love; it just disgusts me. Ha, love me? You're not worthy."
"I don't want this anymore, Evan. Please let me go."
"Too late," he replied coldly.
"Megan, Megan…"
At that moment, as he had physical intimacy with me, he was calling out another woman's name.
