Did I want to know the reason why he didn't do anything to me?

If it was once upon a time, I would want to know.

But I was not interested anymore now.

I yanked his hand away firmly, climbed to the corner of the wall, sat against the chilly wall. I covered my throbbing tummy with my hands and tightly closed my eyes, refusing to let another tear drop.

"We should be grateful that we didn't give over our bodies and thoughts with each other, so you don't have to be careful when you strike me, and it won't hurt too much when I let you go. Ahem..."

My neck was suddenly pinched, and his long, chilly fingers were becoming increasingly difficult for me to resist. He pressed them into my flesh, inch by inch. I was unable to breathe, and I kept coughing.

Come on, strangle me. I was so tired...

His harsh growl echoed above my head just as I was begging for death. "You accuse me of being cold and hurting you, but have you ever looked into your own problem? You were filthy four years ago, yet you still didn't behave yourself and went out looking for a lover now. If I didn't strangle you to death, it would be merciful!"

"What exactly did you say? Ahem..." My eyes widened in surprise. I coughed out a mouthful of blood as soon as I opened my mouth. Blood was dripping from the corner of my mouth.

It seemed as if the air had frozen, and only the sound of our breathing could be heard in the room, which was exceedingly muffled.

Scott shook his fingertips and lit a cigarette with the hand that had been pinching me. He clenched the cigarette and stared at me with black eyes, "When we got married, I wasn't the one who had sex with you..."

"It's impossible!" I shook my head in astonishment and put my hands over my ears, not wanting to hear him say anything else.

But he yanked my fingers away, insisting that I listen carefully and stab my heart word for word.

"You were already dazed when I entered the wedding room. I stated I did it because I was frightened you'd collapse because of the fact. Chelsea, you've been cuckolding me since the day you married. It doesn't matter. But you, you heartless woman, did this to me now!"

"It's impossible. You've got to be lying!" I yanked Scott's garments and continued to pound him.

None of it was true. It was a divine joke. Scott was the one who lied.

I won't be ruined on my wedding night. I won't!>

Scott only shoved me away impatiently. He grabbed my wrist and growled. He said resentfully, "Have I deceived you? It was because it wasn't me that night that I didn't sleep with you for four years. I thought you were too..."

His expression was incredibly gloomy, and he gulped the word "dirty" back like a fly lodged in his throat.

"Why do you keep me at your side if you believe I'm filthy? I hate you!"

The greatest anguish and humiliation was what I was going through right now, being loathed under my husband's feet like a speck of dust.

I shook his hand away, wept, yanked my hair in pain, and ran away.

Terence's car was parked at the gate when I hurried out of the villa. When he reached out and opened the door, it appeared that he was about to leave.

I pretended not to notice him and kept running.

"What are you running for, Chelsea?" Terence's gentle voice rang out, as his large hand reached behind me and grabbed me.

Maybe it was because I was in so much pain. I felt so warm hearing him call me "Chelsea" tenderly that my heart trembled.

"Terence, let me go..." I tried not to be too humiliated and kept back my cries. I yanked his hand away and bolted.

Terence soon caught up with me, held my face, and looked at my tear-streaked face, perhaps sensing something was amiss. He frowned his attractive brows as his expression darkened. "What exactly is going on? Why are you crying? Did Scott..."

"Stop it, please! Let me go!" My heart broke when I heard the name "Scott," so I pushed him aside and hurried away.

I rectified my emotions and went to the Laris Group after leaving the Laris family.

I work as the group's human resources manager, and it took me a long time to get the position.

But, once Scott and I divorced, I didn't want to stay here any longer, so I wanted to finish what I was doing and delegate my responsibilities.

It was the weekend today. There were only a few cleaners and a few security guards at the company. When they saw me, they were quite respectful.

I went straight to my office and dealt with a stack of paperwork. I was kept working till eleven o'clock at midnight.

I finished my task, but I wasn't fatigued in the least. I was just feeling empty and uneasy, so I dashed to the bar.

Some people believed that there were as many lonely souls as there were people in a city. In the bar, this sense was extremely strong.

As I poured cup after cup of wine into my mouth, I curled up in a dark seat, staring at people who were dancing frantically on the dance floor like lonely souls.

The loneliness that resonated from my bones was sparked and extended as the strong wine traveled through my throat and the heat collected in my stomach.

The homeless loneliness engulfed me like a thick fog, depressing and hurting me.

"Where are you, Dad and Mom..." I grumbled like a child, drank two bottles of whiskey, tossed them on the table, stood up, and lurched onto the dance floor.

I danced like everyone else in the dim light, and tears streamed down my cheeks involuntarily, blinding my vision.

My thoughts were becoming increasingly jumbled, and I tripped. A large hand held me just as I was about to fall, and a slight odor of tobacco hit my face.

Scott smoked as well, and it reeked of him. Was he the one who came to me?

The light was cloudy and dark. I couldn't see the man in front of me very well, but his tall, straight figure was quite similar to Scott's. With a sob, I expressed my dissatisfaction. "You're a jerk, Scott! You're a jerk!"

He was quiet, and simply took me in his arms and wiped my tears away with his fingers. His fingers quiver a little, like though feeling pity for me.

The feeling of being treated gently made me more and more aggravated. "Do you think I'm filthy? Then keep your distance from me. Scott, you're a tyrant, a tyrant..."

He took my hands in his and dipped his head to kiss my tear-streaked cheek. He kissed me over and over. Warmth came from his lips rubbing against my skin.

Even though I blinked my dry eyes, I couldn't see his face clearly. I could only sense how gentle his kiss was, not as violent as it had been earlier in the day.

I closed my tear-filled eyes and inhaled deeply the slight odor of tobacco on his body. I couldn't help but choke as I remembered our upbringing. "Do you remember when we were a kid, Scott, and you said, hmm..."

He kissed my lips heavily, as if he was unhappy, the minute I mentioned our childhood.

I shoved him away and threw my arms around his neck, pulling his head down and leaning in his ear. "I'm completely exhausted. Let's get a divorce, shall we?"