A Night with Her Cruel Mate

"When are you going to stop?" Terence started, looking at Julia with expressionless eyes.

As Julia was about to explain herself, Jean started, "Sister, please don't get me wrong. Terence and I aren't doing anything. I just arrived at H City, and I was exhausted. It was Terence who came by the airport to pick me up."

Julia wanted to believe her – she really did. However, just by looking at the way Jean was dressed, she couldn't help but lose her mind.

'She may be my sister, but she's a mistress!'

"Stop with all this bullshit!" Julia narrowed her eyes. "Terence's my husband. Stay away from him."

"N–no, I didn't..." Jean stuttered out, lowering her head. Julia couldn't help but sympathize for Jean. Just seeing her like this sent a dull ache in her heart. However, when she saw the sadness in Terence's eyes, anger surged through her.

"Look at what you're wearing," she snarled. "Look at who you're with! Do you have no shame?" As her words were becoming more and more offensive, Terence pinched her chin, drawing her face to him. He gritted his teeth. "Do you want to die, huh?"

Julia sputtered, feeling his hard grip.

"Let me go! It hurts!" Julia struggled as hard as she could under his grip, but Terence seemed unfazed. In fact, his eyes lit up with fury. "It hurts? Do you even know the feeling of pain?" he snarled.

"So you're still blaming me then?" An ironic smile wove its way into her lips. Compared to the pain he had inflicted on her, the pain in her heart was much more devastating.

Three years ago, Terence was engaged to her sister. For some unknown reason, Julia had gotten drunk and slept with Terence one night.

Julia, while Jean went to another country. She had just returned

her return, their terrible marriage had been a complete

so much. It's times like these when I wonder if I were blind

his arm. "Let go of

Julia's sputtering face, Terence finally let go

and wiped his fingers in disgust, as if he'd just touched a man suffering with

of me that we came into this. If I'd

could only

business. She and I were wrong from the very

you're saying?" Julia's fingers curled into fist, digging

"Since you're already here, why don't I make it clear? Tomorrow at eight o'clock, we will

out. "Haven't I told you enough? I didn't know

you think I'll believe you? No matter what you say,

he'd see her, he could only feel his blood boiling over

tried, struggling to reach for his jacket,

this

to chase after him when Jean stopped her. "Stop," Jean snapped. "He

hypocritical face. She plopped up on the