Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry frowned when she heard what he said, and at the same time, Jeremy tightened his grip on her neck, until her face was reddened from lack of breath. She hissed and grappled with his hand, but it didn't budge. She screamed hoarsely, "Let me go!"

He didn't want to choke her to death, so he loosened his grip but didn't let go, his palm barely grazing the delicate skin of her neck. He asked, "Is it because I haven't touched you in a long while? Is that why you are so eager to find another man?"

Sherry slapped his hand away and said in disgust, "Are you talking about yourself?"

Jeremy squinted at her, not understanding what she meant at all. "What are you talking about?"

Sherry sneered, "Isn't it you who is always looking for women outside?"

Her words brought a bit of joy into Jeremy's heart, as he thought that she was finally showing jealousy, but what she said next wiped the pleasure completely.

"Anyway, we are getting divorced, so let's not interfere with each other. If you want to marry again, go ahead."

It seemed that she really wanted to divorce him, and it ignited the rage that he was suppressing.

However, he changed tactics, and his touch turned gentle and kind. He swept his fingers through Sherry's long hair and spoke softly and tenderly, "Is this your trick again? Are you trying to irritate me and make me sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible?" Suddenly, Sherry felt so tired from everything, and it was like his gentle touch was sucking her energy away.

tired, and I really want to rest now. Can we

but Jeremy was looming over her like a beast that was about to

still wouldn't back down. The gentle expression his face twisted into a macabre version that was

exhausted your energy that you have none to spare for me?" He lifted his hands and grabbed her shirt

in shock and hastily tried to

little amount

Sherry struggled, he wouldn't budge. She looked at him with anger, but there was

me. Please, let me go. I don't want to

ear. "Remember, you are mine.

a cruel and cold voice that Sherry couldn't help but shiver,

of images, of different men that must have touched Sherry in the same way, and it filled him with a burst

and hit his

go! Please, you're

taking hold of her, and she couldn't help but wonder, 'Did he touch his other women like this too?'

more, heedless of the pain he

'Since when did she start hating him? Was it