"Honey, what are you doing? I'm sorry. Can you stop being angry at me?" Scott hugged me from behind and placed his head intimately on my shoulder. He held my waist with one hand and drew something on my back with the other.

After a long time, I finally realized what he had written with fingers on my back. It was the word "photo"!

"If you dare to divorce me, I will release those private photos of you. Grandpa will be pissed off. Do you want to obtain your freedom at the expense of his death?"

Hearing Scott's threat, I was in a panic. I looked at my grandfather, greying at the temples, who was on the sofa. I hurriedly said, "Grandpa, I was just pissed off. I'm sorry. I won't be at odds with Scott anymore."

I cursed in my heart.

I was raised up by Grandpa. If I brought disgrace to him or his heath condition went worse because of me, I would live in guilt for the rest of my life.

Grandpa nodded, seeming to be satisfied, and then he leaned back on the sofa, looking rather tired. He waved his hand to us, indicating that we could leave.

Marilyn stood aside, arms crossed, and glared at me.

I tried to force a smile. Just as I attempted to push Scott away from me, I suddenly felt dizzy and then left the ground with both feet.

"Honey, I'll stay at home with you every night from now on. I won't let you stay alone in the empty room again..." Scott lifted me horizontally, which made it impossible for me to get rid of him. The next second, he strode upstairs and kept flattering me.

However, he looked so hypocritical to me.

When we reached the staircase on the second floor, a steady and powerful footstep sounded. I guessed it was probably Terence who came back. Somehow, I was flustered and subconsciously covered Scott's mouth to stop him from saying those creepy words.

Scott frowned and naturally kept my fingers in his mouth. He turned his head sideways, looked down the stairs out of the corner of his eyes, and smile coldly.

His face was not blistered by the cup of coffee. However, the corner of his forehead and the left side of his face reddened, which made his smile rather creepy now.

I thought Scott would get angry because I spilled coffee on him, or be furious at me because I had told grandpa about the divorce.

However, when we came to the bedroom on the fourth floor, he just hugged me tightly and fell to the ground with his back against the door. He looked dejected and fixed his dark eyes on me as if he was trying to see through my mind.

Perhaps I had been heartbroken because of Scott, I rejected being close to Scott. I tried to push him away, but I was too weak to get rid of him. Hopelessly, I could only let him hold me in an intimate distance.

"You don't love me anymore. Well, who do you want to love, Chelsea? Who are you interested in?" After sitting quietly for a long time, Scott questioned me with his eyes wide open. He was sneering, but I was not sure if he was laughing at me or himself.

Being interrogated, I felt a little hurt and didn't know how to reply for a second.

Did a woman like me, who had been raped, married, and despised by her husband, have the right to love anyone?

I didn't want Scott to see my inferiority, so I changed the subject, "You still have those photos of me, and I don't plan to provoke you. It's you that made me tell grandpa about the divorce just now..."

"What did I do?" Scott pushed me away from his arms and yelled at me fiercely, "Did I force you to hook up with Terence? Chelsea, shame on you!"

I was shocked by his accusation. When I fell to the ground, my palm was scratched and it was painful, but I didn't show any pain.

No one cared about a woman like me, and I could only take all the pain by myself.

I clenched my wounded hand and stood up when I felt better. I looked at Scott, the young master of the Laris family, and said firmly, "For the last time, believe it or not, nothing happened between Terence and me."

"Well, if you're innocent, then prove it." Scott grabbed my arm and rudely pulled me closer to him.

'How to prove it?' I wondered.

I was confused, but before I could ask, Scott unbuckled his belt and said, "Please me and I believe that you and Terence are innocent and that you love me."

Although we had been married for four years and we slept in the same bed, we had never had sex or seen each other naked. I blushed and quickly turned my head away. Embarrassedly, I shouted at him, "Scott, you're disgusting."

'Bastard, how dared he to ask me to use my mouth... It's gross,' I thought.

"Disgusting? Well, you looked very happy when you're with those men." Scott laughed and kicked me hard in the knee.

There was a bone-chilling pain in my knee, and I knelt down straight on the ground. Just as I managed to get up, Scott grabbed my hair and said, "Come on, prove that you love me. You only love me. Hurry up!"

My stomach churned, and then I vomited. I threw up all the coffee I had had with Susan.

Scott seemed to be worried that I would vomit on him and stain his clothes, so he quickly released the grip on my hair, took a few steps back, and looked at me as if I was a bummer.

I looked at him as I wiped away my tears, but I couldn't stop crying. Tears kept rolling down my face and on my lips. I said, "Scott, you're thinking too highly of yourself. I don't love you. I stop loving you a long time ago, so there's no need to prove anything!"

"What did you say?" Scott pounced on me angrily and pulled me up from the ground, not caring that I would vomit on him anymore. His hand reached out and choked me. With a cold expression, he pressed his thumb against the cartilages on my neck as if he was going to kill me the next second.

Although I was living a tired and miserable life, I didn't want to die. Therefore, I was really scared that I would be strangled to death by Scott.

Even so, I did not beg him, because once I gave in, I would lose my dignity like a stray dog.

I suppressed the fear in my heart and looked at Scott's gloomy face with a sneer, "You'd better kill me, or we will live our separate lives from now on. You can hang out with anyone you like, but leave me alone."