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.

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

terrible marriage had

"I hate you. I hate you so much. It's times like these when

"Let go

finally let go of her. She stumbled

and wiped his fingers in disgust, as if he'd just touched

down her face. "It's all because of me

only sneer

She and I were wrong from

you know what you're saying?" Julia's fingers curled

don't I make it clear? Tomorrow at eight

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

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

time he'd see her, he could only feel his blood boiling over the woman in front of him. He glanced at Jean tenderly. "Have

to reach for

always been like this for the

him when Jean stopped her. "Stop," Jean snapped. "He already

hypocritical face. She plopped up on the