Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Some of the details from the wedding went by like a blur to Alice. The moment it ended, her real nightmare soon began.

Never in her life had she experienced something like that happening to her. This was the reason behind her initial shock.

Jonathan had been drinking a lot of liquor on the day of their wedding. A polite smile was plastered on his face the whole time, yet the way his eyes blazed in anger told an entirely different story. Although there were parts that she couldn't clearly remember, there was one thing that happened she would surely never forget.

When they were already in the car, Jonathan just sat there and remained silent as if he was already too intoxicated to speak. Despite this, she knew that he was still sober.

As soon as they got to the villa, he got out of the car without even bothering to glance back and walked into the villa alone.

Of course, Alice had no choice but to quietly follow him inside. As she did, she couldn't help but wonder how she offended him that day.

She pursed her lips, honestly having no idea at all. The only conclusion she was able to come up with was that she had exhibited inappropriate behavior at some point.

As she followed him without saying a word, she nervously fiddled with her fingers.

The creak of the door opening was the only sound in the area. After Jonathan went inside, she followed suit.

There wasn't even any time given to her to at least open her mouth to say something. As soon as she stepped inside and closed the door, he slapped her hard on the face. She could barely process what was happening when the man continued to give her several more slaps.

As the impact of his strong and rough palm hit her, she suddenly felt that her world was turning upside down. Alice clumsily tried to stretch out her hand and reach out to anything for support, but since she was nowhere near anything, she immediately slumped to the ground. Jonathan had finished the whole process in one go, leaving her no room for any negotiation.

Her eyes glared daggers at him despite the burning sting that was radiating off her cheeks. She couldn't believe that he had done that to her. All her life, she had never been beaten up by anyone. Now that she had just gotten married, she was met by a series of slaps on the face by her new husband.

She wanted to scoff at the thought, thinking of how ironic her situation was. Trying to ignore the swelling of her face, she sneered at him.

"Let me tell you this, Alice. It's a shame for me that I married you. Don't push your luck," Jonathan scolded.

hatred as he dragged a chair noisily before plopping down on it. It seemed like he had already sobered up a little. Unable to say anything, Alice had only managed to cover

remember this. I don't care what

fists and glared at the woman in the floor, his eyes

stiffened, clearly frightened by the man's rage that she was at a loss on what to

being lifted up from the ground. That was when

are you doing? You're drunk!" she screamed. The moment his hand started caressing

that. However, Jonathan still continued with what he was doing as if he didn't

off her, the slap mark on her face

raised a hand in front of him to push him off, but she was immediately punched hard in the face. Her whole body trembled with fear. She only stared at him wide-eyed and did not dare

the day had been

fight back was already drained from her as she let Jonathan do whatever he wanted with her body. Her eyes were lifeless as they rolled upward to stare at the ceiling blankly while she attempted to get through

to figure out where she went wrong. Perhaps, she had really done something unpleasant. She was lost deep inside her head that

her lying down on the sofa and fixing her

eyes. Her expression was blank and she only continued

abroad, she felt confused. It was as if everything was

there, but

feel his

and sleep first. Just

even bother raising her head as she muttered those words a little bit loud enough for him to hear. She remained there motionless and lost from all hope. Everything that she

felt wronged. Her hands were tied and Jonathan only roared like a beast trying to tame his

now that she had realized she sacrificed a lot just to get her

like a whirlpool, a shackle that imprisoned her for the rest of her life. The moment she stepped into it,

already filled with despair. With empty eyes, her gaze travelled over to the wall where her wedding photo with Jonathan was hanging. The man wasn't like this at

what did she get after marrying him? Perhaps she should start thinking