“Christopher, I’m a patient who just had a miscarriage!” I gnashed my teeth and bellowed. This man is despicable!
“I’m not going to devour you. Why are you so nervous? You look pale and disheveled. Besides, there are still some eye boogers in your eyes. It appears that I’ll be the one on the losing end for sleeping with you,” Christopher argued cunningly as he squinted.
Eye boogers? Immediately, I rubbed my eyes to realize that there were no eye boogers. Knowing that he played a prank on me, I blushed and dared not gaze at him. Although I only intended to use him for my revenge, I couldn’t help but care about his feelings toward me.
As such, I began to think that something was wrong with me. Christopher, who was a handsome playboy, had many women fighting for his attention, some of whom were more beautiful than me. There were even celebrities who wished to get close to him.
Suddenly, I felt like a fool for liking him merely because he was nice to me. Unknowingly, I became irritated and said coldly, “You’re right. There are many women lining up to sleep with a handsome man like you, so a married woman like me is certainly out of your league.”
“But I prefer my little calf.” Shrugging, he tapped on my forehead and hugged me tighter.
I blurted out in frustration, “Who needs your love, Christopher? Do all men behave just like this? When courting a woman, a man will whisper sweet nothings to her non-stop. But once he is bored of her, he will abandon her like some rubbish and trample on her as he pleases. Do you guys think men are emperors who can choose among concubines? What gives you the right to do so? Get out. I said, get out!”
Nevertheless, I began to sob when I was talking. Admittedly, I was venting out my frustration on Christopher, for I dared not say such things to Lyle. I knew that Christopher would only make fun of me with some lewd jokes but wouldn’t actually break my heart.
On the other hand, Lyle had hurt me deeply. I still hadn’t moved on ever since I found out about his affair. After all, only those I cared about could ever hurt me. However, I had to admit that I deserved it for loving him. Although our relationship was in a precarious state, I couldn’t let go of what we used to have.
Meanwhile, Christopher didn’t move an inch but merely gazed at me. I mustered up my energy to push him away and kick him. Unexpectedly, I ended up hurting my wound instead of him. Instantly, I covered my stomach and wailed in pain.
My kick sent him falling from the bed onto the floor. Assuming that he would feel insulted, I expected him to slam the door and leave me like what Lyle did.
As I continued sobbing, my vision became blurry. Deep down, I blamed myself for chasing away someone who cared about me. I couldn’t help but think that Lyle was irritated by me due to the same reason. All of a sudden, I was pulled into a warm embrace.
“Cry all you want. I’ll lend you my chest.” Although Christopher was teasing me, I was deeply touched by his words nonetheless. I leaned against his chest and cried my heart out.
“If he doesn’t love me, why did he marry me? Why did he have to hurt me like this? Is it wrong for me to love him wholeheartedly?”
When I recalled the past, I realized that there were already some signs back then. When Lyle confessed his love to me, he didn’t bring any flowers nor prepare a romantic setting. Instead, he merely held my hand in the company’s corridor, said perfunctorily that he loved me, and asked if I agreed to be with him.
But I was so immersed in his superficial affection that I overlooked the fact that he had just broken up with Crystal at that time. On top of that, I had also forgotten the way he gazed at me in disdain once he knew I had a crush on him.
“Of course you didn’t do anything wrong. Lyle is the one who’s missing out. How about changing your husband to someone who loves you entirely like me? Get a divorce tomorrow, and we can apply for a marriage certificate right away.”
