My Extraordinary Wife

“No, you devil! Let me die!” Arthur Haddock wailed desperately in pain.

Rather than enduring this kind of torture, it would be better for him to die than to live.

“When you sent out my mom into the arms of those perverts, she must’ve been so frightened. She was so weak. She must be more frightened and more terrified than you now. Dad desperately tried but couldn’t save her! Grandpa, let this be retribution of the pain that you’ve caused me! In fact, this pain that I’m giving you now is merely a tiny fraction of what I’ve experienced!”

Having gotten all his frustration off his chest, he did not even take a glance at his frail grandfather lying on the bed as he turned and left, bringing along with him the hammer – the object of pure terror.

As soon as the door was slammed shut, Arthur felt spent – like a candle in the wind – as he laid there helpless and weak.

Pain throbbed throughout every cell in his body.

It was so painful that he could not sleep nor stay awake. He drifted in and out of consciousness, and in his confused state, he started to hallucinate about the events that happened more than ten years ago…

*

Dixon had just come out of Arthur’s room when he ran into Sienna head-on.

She was wearing a crimson tight-fitting traditional dress that accentuated her exquisite figure.

In her hand, she carried a small bag, and she looked as if she had just returned from a banquet.

A faint fragrance emanated from her.

“Hello aunt.”

Sienna’s face turned pale, as she paused to gander at the slender frame of

“Dixon…”

everything that had happened in the office

between pale white and blushing red, yet she felt

Dixon, fearing something terrible

Having said that, he headed up

was left with no choice but to

he had lost restraint during the day and raped Sienna, he did not regret nor mull over it. All these years, he had always kept himself together. Especially regarding matters related to women, he had been successfully

between him and Sienna during the day. Looked like he had

the study, he handed a few envelopes to Sienna. “Aunt, here are some letters. These must be dealt

All the letters were addressed from

Lake Emerald Orphanage was a highly reputable welfare

still maintaining contact through letters in these modern times and age

of them.” Dixon reminded

as she immediately turned

she heaved

Fortunately, he did nothing.

would do something