The Unwanted Wife's Cold Comeback

ing night, he didn't come to our bed. Instead, he had

umphant smirk as he accused me of betraya

ing dress from my body, leaving me n

his voice laced with a ve

nd abuse. My love for him withered and

was pregnant with his child, I knew I had to escape. So, I threw

pte

na

fear. Adrien' s voice, cold as a winter storm, cut through it. "Te

ight filtering from a high window. Her smile was s

te scraping my bare arms. There was n

ice raw. "Please. What is th

walls, moved in. Their s

rying to push them away. It wa

ding dress. The fabric ripped with a sound like

o cover myself. It felt like my dignity

on. I was a rag d

rough and calloused, brushed my thi

e! How can you stand

sed in his jaw. His eyes, usua

aid, his voice flat

cream tore from my throat,

l, kicking and clawing. They h

b, trapped, waiti

ars streamed down my face, mixing with dust and

truly. Not as his w

silhouette of cold indifferen

My pleas were j

nd walked out. I was left there,

ably. I curled into a ba

in. Adrien was back. A cr

a?" he spat. "To be so

loser, his shado

ed her so much pain. This is just

he told me, collapsed and crying, her clothes stained. He believed she had miscarried, and he believed

ed, my voice barely audible. "It wasn

er would. Fallon's words w

ining a desperate strength. "Ten years I'

und my neck. His grip was tight, cutting off my breath. "

ocent!" The blood tasted metallic in my

t from his throat. It was the

men. "She's all yours," he spat, h