Hard to Go After

On a late autumn night.

The pouring rain all day finally began to stop.

No lights were on in the villa, and there wasn't lightning. The house was deadly silent and dark.

In a thin dress, a girl was huddling by the bed in the bedroom. With her arms clasping round her knees, she squatted there, motionless.

Her body was shivering with the cold, but she took no measures to warm herself up.

Finally, the vroom of the car engine came from the courtyard.

A full eight hours.

She waited from the afternoon till the middle of the night. Finally, he came back.

Flap…

The first thing the man did after he came in was to turn on all the lights in the villa.

The light stung the girl's eyes. She covered her eyes and put her hands off until she slowly adapted to the light.

Then her eyes landed on the man at the door.

He stood there with a poker face. His legs were straight and long. Above his wet shirt was his delicate, stunning face. Like a king, he naturally attracted attention and boasted an awful vibe.

"Jeffrey..." She opened her thin lips and called out softly in a trembling voice.

The man acted like he didn’t hear her. Without even a glance at her, he strode out of the bedroom.

He came back today to ask about the matter with Luna Sandoval. When he saw her like that, he was in no mood to speak a word.

Heh, what kind of person was she? Hadn't he known her well enough in the past year?

After the man left, the girl clutched a piece of paper on the floor and clenched her fist so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

This was the man she had loved for five years.

He was ruthless, but his charisma was irresistible and deadly.

She thought she could melt his heart of stone. Unexpectedly, he made her life a cold cell first.

She thought he had driven away as usual. To her surprise, he showed up again in the bedroom half an hour later in just a bath towel.

He approached her step by step. The air about him was awful.

Scarlett Park lifted her eyelids and met his eyes as deep as the ocean.

Her eyes were dark and her skin was pallor probably because she hadn't been in the sun for a long time.

"What… what do you want?" Scarlett panicked and cowered to the corner.

"Heh, you, of course!" The man forced the words slowly out of his clenched teeth.

"Don't… don't come closer." The girl said, a quiver in her voice, and her hands pushed against his burning chest.

Feeling something under his feet, the man dropped his eyes. When he saw the striking title on the white paper, his eyes turned colder.

"You want a divorce?" He stopped moving and looked at her contemptuously. His voice was cold.

"Do you see any point in sustaining our marriage?" Scarlett fought back her tears desperately and whimpered uncontrollably.

"Heh." Jeffrey snorted.

He kicked the two copies of divorce papers to the closet and continued, "What makes you think you have the right to bring it up?"

He paused and snapped, "There is no divorce but only widowerhood in my dictionary."

Without waiting for her reaction, he stretched out his arm, lifted her, and threw her onto the king-size bed.

Scarlett resisted desperately and accidentally pulled off his bath towel. When she saw his naked body, she was shocked.

"Good, very good! With no man touching you for a year, you’re horny as hell." His voice was cold and a little playful.

He bore down on her thin body, lowered his head, and kissed her shivering lips.

"No, don't..." Hot tears streamed out of her eyes. Glistening, they enraged the man completely.

"You want a divorce without fulfilling your spousal duty once? Do you think it's possible?" The man pressed his lips against hers, giving her no chance to speak another word.

Her dress was brutally torn to pieces.

He treated her like a sex doll, showed no mercy, and aggressively started intercourse without any foreplay…

It started to drizzle outside. The rainy night seemed endless.