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 the

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

to let go, even

both euphoric and complicated as

seemed to grow fonder of this little

with love, whether she

he would

night was

man pressed his body beneath a woman's white and delicately charming

Her eyes were teary.

her throat was bursting at the seams with

an unfathomable rage overcame him, prompting him to tear up the

see the woman's

movements became

man and a woman vigorously thrusting

could see their faces clearly

It was and Tristan.

in his sleep with

body was dripping

matter?" she asked in a daze, as she had