Well, that was the case in the past because he was the one who had rushed to my rescue when Yvette tried to drown me in the pond. Whenever Lyle showed up, she would put on a timid front and stop picking on me.
It was very foolish of me to fall for him just because he had saved me. Those who had no near-death experiences would never figure out the way it felt to have someone to rely on in the nick of time.
When I struggled in the pond, those nearby wouldn’t stop laughing at me. They couldn’t care less if I would make it out alive or not. Lyle was the only one who had jumped into the pond and saved me in the nick of time without any hesitation.
As the one who had saved me, I felt indebted and obliged to repay the favor. Unfortunately, I might be wrong because the last thing he needed was my affection.
Unable to bring up the request to file for divorce, I returned home feeling dejected. The housekeepers hired to keep the place clean had been dismissed because Lyle disliked being surrounded by strangers. After spending a few days away from home, the place was messed up once again, but I couldn’t be bothered.
Suddenly, someone barged into the foyer. The drunk Lyle staggered his way into the dining hall and slammed the dishes I had prepared to the ground while yelling, “What have you told Grandma?”
Sighing, I put everything aside and answered, “I’m not as shameless as you. I have merely dropped by to visit Grandma because I’m aware she’s not feeling well.”
“Are you sure? If that’s the case, why have Grandma terminated Bianca after your trip to her place? Are you jealous?” Lyle kicked the table with all his might and ended up falling to the ground.
I rushed over to help him up, but he shrugged me off, slapping me in the face the moment I touched him. The thunderous slap reverberated in the desolate mansion.
Staring at him in the eyes, I ran my fingers across my swollen cheek. I thought he wouldn’t be able to hurt me anymore, but I was wrong. My heart ached because he had taken out his frustration on me for his mistress’ sake again.
“I’m not even a match for Bianca, huh?”
He glared at me in the eyes and scowled, “Of course! After all, you’re just a loose woman who enjoys having all sorts of fun with different men!”
It turned out he had always deemed me a filthy woman. I chuckled and asked, “If that was the case, why had you chosen to get married to me?”
He grasped my chin and answered my only question with a vicious grin, “It’s because I want to torture you!”
I want to torture you!
I had a nightmare and found myself drowning again. No matter how much I asked for help, no one around me would offer to save me. They surrounded me and started making fun of me for being a wimp.
When I was overwhelmed by despair, someone brought me back to the shore. I thought Lyle had rushed to my rescue, but I was wrong. Smirking, he pushed me back once he brought me up and allowed me to take a breather.
In the end, he left me alone at the seemingly bottomless pond. When I roused from my sleep because of the nightmare, I noticed my pillow was completely drenched in tears. I thought my life would soon be over as I stared blankly at the ceiling.
When I received a call, I picked it up and heard Christopher asking in a petulant manner, “Why haven’t you picked up my call? Don’t you know I’m worried about you?”
As soon as I heard his question, I started wailing because the emotions I had been suppressing came flooding out. Christopher raised his volume and repeated, “Has Lyle picked on you again? What the heck is that jerk capable of apart from taking things out on a vulnerable woman?”
