The Diary Of My Dead Wife

Zac had also sought out his psychiatrist since then, who had prescribed him some sedatives based on his symptoms.

However, rather than restraining his increasingly heavy emotions, these drugs weakened him and brought his spirit to the brink of collapse.

He felt as if there was a devil living in his heart, constantly yearning for chaos and destruction.

He felt that that little devil was all over the place, and he needed all of his willpower to keep himself in check.

He was particularly concerned that if he displayed any tyranny in front of Sophie she would be afraid of him and avoid him.

He tried to use overtime as an excuse and purposefully did not go home in order to avoid and not hurt her, but what he didn't expect was Sophie’s complete reliance on him.

She was like a mischievous little princess who wished for her parents to accompany her.

She was sensitive to noticing something was wrong, so she simply refused to eat and went on a hunger strike.

As a last resort, he decided to appear in front of her.

Even though he was depressed and in pain, he couldn't bear the thought that she would go on a hunger-strike because of him.

Sophie's little face welled up with tears the moment he showed up.

was pointing

was just clinging to him, as if she was afraid he would vanish in the

tightly and refused to let go, even when

both euphoric and complicated as

grow fonder of this little

with love, whether

like a divine robbery, and he would never

was hazy

beneath a woman's white and delicately

Her eyes were teary.

red lips, and her throat was bursting at the

tensed slightly, and an unfathomable rage overcame him, prompting

see the

man's movements became more

over, he saw a man and a woman vigorously thrusting

see their faces clearly

It was and Tristan.

it! Zac awoke in his sleep with crimson

breath and his body was dripping with sweat

asked in a daze, as