Going back to the 1980s to slap the face of the man who tricked her into marriage Chinese Drama

Chapter 1

Lhianne's P.O.V

"What?! You're already married?! How?!" Vinze asked, his voice filled with shock.

Vinze is my boyfriend. We've been in a relationship for one year and six months. And now, I'm telling him that I'm already married.

"Is that why you're breaking up with me?" he asked, his tone laced with pain.

"I-I'm sorry, Vinze," I said, struggling to hold back my tears.

"No, love. Please tell me you're joking. Please! This is just a prank, right?" Vinze pleaded desperately.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Vinze. I didn't want this. I had no choice... I'm sorry," I sobbed, begging for forgiveness.

"Sht... This hurts. Haha. It's so cruel-just yesterday we were happy together, and now you're telling me you're already married. Fck!" Vinze slammed the table at the coffee shop where we were talking, startling me.

"This is absurd!" he shouted before storming off, leaving me crying at the table.

"I had no choice... I'm sorry," I whispered to myself, knowing he couldn't hear me anymore.

"Where have you been?!" I was startled when someone suddenly grabbed my arm tightly.

I trembled as I saw Zyrus, his eyes blazing with anger as he gripped my arm painfully.

I had just returned from the coffee shop where I had broken up with Vinze. I ended things to spare us both from further pain.

"Z-Zyrus... W-what are you doing? You're hurting me," I said, almost in tears, trying to pull my arm away from him.

"It hurts, huh? It hurts?! Then answer me! Where the hell have you been?!" he yelled, dragging me to the sofa in our house and roughly shoving me down.

Yes, our house. We live under the same roof, though we sleep in separate rooms.

"W-with a friend..." I answered softly.

"A friend? Really?! Are you itching that much? Is that why you met your lover to scratch your itch? How shameless can you be?!" he spat, not caring if his words hurt me.

I bit my lip to stop my tears. I gasped when he grabbed my chin, lowering his face to meet mine.

"My dear wife! You don't need someone else to scratch your itch because I can do that! Your husband can do that very well!" Zyrus said firmly before forcing a kiss on me.

I whimpered and struggled as he deepened the kiss. I pounded on his chest to push him away, but his strength overpowered me.

He only let go of my lips when we were both out of breath. I tasted blood from the cut on my lips.

"That's your punishment! Don't you dare see that a**hole again, or I'll k*ll him," Zyrus whispered in my ear before leaving me in shock.

Sh*t! He's a monster!

Lhianne's Perspective

I sighed deeply before heading to my room, my lips still throbbing from the wound Zyrus left.

As I ascended the stairs, I saw him rushing downstairs, talking on the phone. He didn't even acknowledge me as he passed by.

"W-where are you going?" I asked hesitantly, stopping him mid-step.

"Why do you care?" he replied with a raised eyebrow. I couldn't answer before he turned and walked away again.

"Will you be back for dinner?" I asked softly.

"No! I don't want to share a table with a b*tch!" he shouted before slamming the large front door behind him.

I glanced at Manang Elsi, who came out of the kitchen. Manang Elsi is our only helper. She's kind and understanding-the only one who knows what's been happening between Zyrus and me in the three days since we got married.

As for my parents, they left for a business trip right after the wedding. And here I am-alone again.

"Are you okay?" Manang Elsi asked. I gave her a faint smile and nodded.

"Go and rest. I'll call you when dinner is ready," she said warmly, her tone almost bringing me to tears. She reminded me so much of my mom when I was little.

"Okay," I replied softly and went upstairs to my room.

"Manang, please eat with me. I don't want to eat alone," I said, inviting Manang Elsi, who stood by the side of the dining table.

"A-ah, but, ija-"

"Please, Manang. I lose my appetite when I eat alone," I said, almost like a child.

"Oh, fine, fine. I'll join you. But you'd better eat, okay?" she said.

I smiled sweetly as she sat beside me, joining me for dinner.

"Where's your husband? How could he leave you here alone?" Manang asked as she chewed her food.

"Probably out with his friends," I replied simply, and Manang fell silent.

I shot up from the sofa when the front door opened. My brows furrowed as Zyrus stumbled in, clearly drunk. It was already midnight.

"Y-you're drunk," I said softly as I approached him.

"It's obvious, isn't it?!" he said sarcastically.

"Why are you still awake?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I sighed, noticing how handsome he was-his perfectly arched brows, piercing eyes that seemed to burn through me, the sharp bridge of his nose, his soft yet thin lips, and the strong jawline that clenched whenever he was angry.

"Hey, woman! Stop staring at me like that. You're creeping me out!" he said.

"I was waiting for you," I replied simply.

"Oh really?! Why? Because you want me to scratch your itch, huh? My b*tch wife?!" he sneered.

"You're drunk. Let me take you to your room," I said, reaching out to support him, but he stepped back, almost falling. Thankfully, he caught himself.

"Don't! Don't touch me. I can handle myself without you!" he said, starting to walk unsteadily past me.

I quickly grabbed his arm when he nearly fell over.

"Let go," he protested, but I tightened my grip.