Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 13

you, Gale.” She was picking up trash. Moreover, her movements are proficient, like it was not her first time. Sam asked, “Gale…how did you fall to such a level? What have you been through all these years?” She used to be so bright, radiant and polite. She was his dream girl. Now, she has a layer of fatigue and vicissitudes on her body. “You recognized the wrong person.” Gale lowered her head. “No, it’s you, I recognize you even if you turn to ashes!” She laughed mockingly and turned around abruptly. “Yes, I’m Gale, your former fiancee! But now, we have nothing to do with each other, please continue to walk on your sunny path, and I will walk on my own!” Once, Sam and Gale had a marriage contract. However, after everything that had happened to the Warm family, the Carson family immediately unilaterally destroyed the marriage contract. In order to cut all ties between them, they quickly sent Sam abroad. That was the most difficult period in Gale’s life. She was going back and forth to the prisons, hospitals, and police stations. She needed someone to help her. That person should have been Sam. However, she could not get through to his phone and could not find him. The door of Sam’s family home was closed tightly, and the security guard chased her away… everyone closed themselves off from her. “No, Gale, listen to my explanation.” Sam stretched out his hand to hold her shoulders. “It was my father’s decision to send me abroad. He asked me to experience it before I marry you. He wanted me to build a successful career so I can give you a good life. To be the best husband I can be, I agreed to go abroad!” “Could you not answer the phone when you go abroad? It’s like you disappeared from the world. You don’t even have time to talk to me?” “The situation at that time…” Gale interrupted him, “Enough, I don’t want to hear it anymore. It’s all over.” She was utterly disappointed with Sam long ago. Gale waved his hand away and turned to leave. “Hey!” She yelled, “Don’t follow me! The last person I want to see right now is you!” Sam stood there in a daze, watching her disappear from his sight. “Mr. Carson, it’s almost time for your appointment with Mr. Wood,” the assistant reminded beside him. “Okay. Go and find out for me what Gale has experienced in the past two years.” “Yes, Mr. Carson.” When Gale arrived at the Warm Group late, she heard Fiona say, “Mrs. Gale, you finally showed up, and Mr. Wood is looking for you!” “I’ll go in right away.” In the president’s office, Shawn leaned back lazily on the back of the chair and kept looking at her. Gale felt uncomfortable by his gaze. “Is something wrong…” “Undress.” She was startled and said, “Wait… what?” “Do you want me to repeat myself? Or, do I take it off myself?” Not sure what he was going to do, Gale bit her lip, unbuttoned her clothes, and slowly took off her shirt. “Turn around.” She did so. On her soft, tender back, a long scar snaked from her shoulders to her waist, looking rather frightening. Gale trembled involuntarily, and thin goose bumps appeared on her skin. “You choose to suffer?” Shawn came over and put his fingers on her wound, feeling the thin calluses. “You don’t know what is good for you?” “The upright can be killed, but not insulted.” He sneered, “Really strong-willed. You can survive this time, but what about next?” Gale replied, “Shawn, rather than abusing my body, you actually want to put my self-esteem and pride under your feet…” “That’s right! Mental torture is torture!” His fingertips sank into the freshly scabbed wound, causing Gale to shudder in pain. Shawn warned, “Don’t provoke Susan, or you will suffer her punishment at her will. Did you hear me!” “Heard it.” There was a knock at the door, “Mr. Wood, the client you asked about has arrived.” “Enter.” He grabbed his clothes and threw them on Gale’s face. “Go in and get dressed.” She hurried into the lounge. The lounge was a private place connected to the office. It was very private and had everything. Gale looked around and found the medicine box. She was overjoyed. She can use medicine without spending a dime. Outside, Shawn sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at Sam who walked in. Sam said politely, “Mr. Wood, I’ve admired you for a long time.” “Sit.” The Warm Group has