Divorce Anxiety

Kathleen had reached her limit. “Samuel, let’s live separately.”

Live separately?

Samuel furrowed his brows and said with a cold voice, “Do you think I would agree to that?”

With reddened eyes, she said, “Samuel, it doesn’t matter whether you agree or not. I can no longer live with someone who protects an evildoer! Benjamin nearly died because of Nicolette!”

Samuel’s face turned gloomy.

While holding back her tears, Kathleen said, “Samuel, that person has no reason to slander Nicolette. Neither do I. If anything happened to Benjamin, I would never forgive both of you.”

After she was done packing, she carried her suitcase and said, “If Benjamin really dies, I will be a widow for him. I owe it to him.”

With that said, Kathleen headed out.

Samuel narrowed his eyes, and a vicious glint flashed across them.

She wants to be a widow for another man?

When Kathleen reached the door, Samuel snatched the suitcase away from her hand and tossed it aside.

He raised her slender arms above her head and pressed her wrists against the door with his big hand.

Meanwhile, his other hand pinched her delicate chin. His cold breath fanned her face, and his eyes were so cold that they sent chills down her spine.

Samuel snapped, “You’re my wife, and you want to be a widow for another man? Kathleen, who gave you the courage to do so?”

A wave of pain washed over him.

Kathleen let out a bleak, cold laugh. “So what if I’m your wife? Aren’t I practically a widow anyway?”

Samuel’s eyes turned beyond grim.

“It seems like I haven’t been showing you enough care lately. That’s why you’re starting to have unrealistic thoughts.” He inched closer and said, “Since you’re not adhering to the promise we’ve made, I have no reason to hold back then.”

As he said those words, his big hand reached into Kathleen’s sweater.

“Let go of me!” Kathleen demanded as she struggled to break free.

She knew how rough Samuel could get.

She must do all she could to protect her child.

With no warmth in his eyes, Samuel stared at her and warned, “Kathleen, remember this. You’re my woman. Mine!”

Kathleen was terrified by his icy gaze.

she had never seen him like

“No! Don’t! I’ll give you time. I’m not leaving anymore. Let go of

point of view, she was only

want me to touch

in his arms and put her down on the couch in the

don’t do

was overwhelmed

this causes a

disregarded her and removed all her

had a

the room when he saw her

off his own clothes as

was well aware of how aggressive

with fear, knowing that she would

her face, Kathleen looked especially pitiful. “Sam… please be gentle.

finally calls me

of warmth returned to Samuel’s

“Keep calling

end up hurting me every time. Please… I

at her. “Every

too impressive. So… please be more gentle,” she replied

a frightened little rabbit,

extremely effective against

got more gentle, but he was

weakly sprawled on the couch and

and exhaustion were evident

her with

sat on the couch and caressed her face with

she was really exhausted, Kathleen only

believe that Samuel would be

she asked, “Samuel, does that promise still

you

me the divorce agreement. Only then

give it to you,” Samuel said

upon

“What should I do if

was last time, he would not think that Kathleen had the guts

he felt otherwise because Kathleen had proven

there’s no need to keep any promises. You

she closed

her coldly and said,

Her mind was muddled.

control at all. Even if Grandma agrees to the divorce, I’m still stuck in this marriage if Samuel