Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 8 A Misunderstanding

Thud! Julius slammed my head against the door hard. A muffled thud sounded at the back of my head, and my vision went black time and again as I slid down the door.

“F*ck…”

He sucked in a breath, probably because his injured eye hurt once again. Turning, he swung his leg at me hard, kicking me in the stomach. Caught off guard, I sprawled to the side, the pain so debilitating that I couldn’t get up for a long time.

“Damn you, b*tch! I’m going to the hospital now. I’ll let you off if my eye is fine, but you’ll be getting it otherwise!”

Julius’ incensed voice rang out above my head. Hearing that, wave after wave of grief washed over me. Who would’ve thought that the person making such a remark would be the husband whom I’ve married for half a year?

After having been put through the wringer just now, I had no energy left. Furthermore, I was both physically and mentally exhausted in the face of such a huge blow that I could only remain slumped on the ground.

I watched as they put on their clothes and left. At that moment, hopelessness engulfed me, and I felt utterly devastated as though a typhoon had ripped through me.

should I do to satisfy everyone? Sure enough, one can never make a mistake, for

feet. Recalling Dominic’s stipulation earlier in the afternoon, I chuckled wryly. No wonder he didn’t care that I was married. It’s because

of my body spared. I rummaged for some antiseptic and doctored my injuries. Then, I curled up on the sofa without eating anything, spacing out as I stared at the ceiling until I finally dozed

time, I was roused by the persistent ringing of my cell

eyes half-closed, I answered the call listlessly without even

not seen you for a few years, you’re actually playing games

Dominic?

at the screen of my cell phone, only to be greeted by an unknown number.

don’t know what you’re talking

something else. One righteously declared that she wasn’t going to sell the copyright, yet

manifested

so intimate that we knew each other’s bodies inside

last night. A sense of mortification