My Heart Hates Me

The darkness of the night was like an abyss.

While Dorothy Fisher was still befuddled by sleep, she felt her body being turned over forcefully by a pair of strong hands. Then, a lean and strong male body pressed on top of her. There were two cold fingers gripping her chin?tightly.

Dorothy stirred in her sleep.

She was awakened by the chill feeling on her chin. Subconsciously, she pushed the man on top of her away. The next moment, the strong smell of alcohol and a familiar breath made her space out.

As expected, Credence Scott was back.

Only when he was drunk and needed her that he would look for her in the guest room.

"I'm your legal wife, not a woman whom you can pay to do whatever you want with!"

Dorothy trembled with anger. "You disturb me every time I'm asleep.?Couldn't you show some respect to me?"

Being pinned down on the big bed, Dorothy wriggled her body with all her might. She resisted fiercely, not willing to be kissed by him.

His body reeked of alcohol. Who knew which woman he had kissed before he came back to kiss her?

During her four-year marriage with Credence, Dorothy was treated with cold violence. She thought that her body had long been trained to be invincible. However, Credence's drunken behavior that night still hit her weak spot precisely.?The pain was so intense that she almost could not catch her breath.

"Your husband hasn't come home late at night, and you don't even bother to call him. Oh, Dorothy, do you still know that you're my wife?"

Dorothy had always been meek. Her sudden resistance ignited a fit of inexplicable anger within Credence, causing him to tighten his grip on her chin.

It was as though he wanted to kill her.

"Ouch... It hurts..."

She squeezed her eyes shut.

It really hurt!

Trembling in pain, she opened her eyes and looked at Credence, whose eyes were as cold as ice. She bit her lips feebly, but she could not make a sound.