Come Back to Me

After she was done with the loveless love between her and her husband, she turned her head aside, buried her face deep in the pillow and sobbed helplessly.

He stroked her smooth lower abdomen with his hand.

She moved her body in disgust, with her face still in the pillow.

Sensing her strange mood, his big hand on her silk like skin froze with displeasure, and his piercing gaze fell on the side of her face.

"Disgust?"

A cold voice came to her ears.

Tracy didn't reply. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lips. Her injured right hand started to feel pain.

Getting no response from Tracy, Brody pulled her over and stared at her with a dark face.

Holding back the tears spilling over her eyes, Tracy stubbornly stared at that cold face that she hated so much.

He was silent and looked at her misty eyes. It seemed that he was looking at her.

A feeling of frustration rose from the bottom of his heart. Did she really hate him so much?

After a short while, she raised her head and looked at him with a resolute expression. "Brody, let's get a divorce!"

She said firmly without any hesitation.

Brody was stunned by her words and didn't respond for a moment.

A few seconds later, Brody's deep eyes suddenly stared at the obstinate face of Tracy, and his anger gradually began to burn quietly.

"Dare you say it again?"

His heavy voice restrained his anger but gave a fatal warning.

big hand froze,

still defied him with determination, and continued to speak:

"Tracy!"

he flied into a rage and his voice was so loud that it

couldn't help but tremble, her heart pounding violently.

eyes, and the veins on his forehead

her fiercely, as if

at him coldly. "Brody, can you be reasonable? No matter what kind of hatred you have with my father, I don't owe you. I never

went up

welled up in her

grievance in her heart, Tracy finally

to her unstable emotions, Brody, though angry, restrained

but he couldn't neglect the pity that flew through

looked at Tracy silently for a

at him with a bemused expression.

——The split thread

the curtains and sprinted

her smooth

pain of broken bones immediately reminded her of

a new movie As

a sigh, she rubbed her uncomfortable eyes and got

he said to her when she was almost exhausted and dying last night.

asked her to

her protest, she contradicted him in a sarcastic tone, "I am

attention to what she said and still forced her

her palm seemed to be shouting at the little boy, who was only six years old. "Cruel!" she said

was injured, she would not haggle over

but he had learned the

child was abominable, but she felt sorry for

goddess, so she had not