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.

want to

she pushed him away and tried to stand up, but Jeremy was looming over

she still wouldn't back down. The gentle expression his face twisted into a macabre version that was filled with rage, and he shoved

the men outside exhausted your energy that you have none to spare for me?" He lifted his hands and grabbed her shirt with so much force that it tore like paper from her

in shock and hastily tried to cover

asked with no little amount of

barely suppressed anger, and no matter how hard Sherry struggled, he wouldn't budge.

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

leaned down to whisper into her ear. "Remember, you are mine. I don't care what tricks you are playing. I want you now, so I will

said in such a cruel and cold voice that Sherry couldn't help but shiver, and then he kissed her, sloppy and

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

pain and hit his knees uselessly, but he

Please, you're hurting me,

of her, and she couldn't help but wonder, 'Did he touch his other women

all the more, heedless of the pain he was inflicting

did she start hating him? Was