Wooing My Ex-Wife

Without hesitation, his hand shot out to grab Gwendolyn’s left wrist.

With her two hands restrained, the frenzied Gwendolyn started kicking her legs.

Cedrick was forced to move backward. Once he let go of her, he rolled twice across the bed before landing steadily on the carpet.

While Gwendolyn went to look for more objects to alleviate her emotions, he took the opportunity to dash to the closet to grab a belt, the moonlight the only light source for him in the dark. Before Gwendolyn could throw something else onto the ground, he rushed to the other side of the bed and placed the belt in her hand.

Once Gwendolyn got hold of a weapon, the bloodlust in her eyes grew more intense.

“Wait!” Cedrick cried out in a panic,

In the next second, he took off his pajamas and threw them on the bed before standing naked in front of Gwendolyn. He did not want another set of clothes destroyed again.

“Come, Gwenny. Do it fast so we can go back to sleep.”

Gwendolyn roared as if she had turned into a beast without rationality and sentience.

There was nothing but anger in her eyes-there was no trace of pity for him-as she swung the belt toward him.

Smack!

Every whip she did struck an old wound, but Cedrick endured it with deep breaths and gritted teeth as he covered his crotch.

Quietly, he counted the attacks, wondering how long more he had to endure them.

The whooshing of the whipping belt was terrifying in the silent night.

The one-sided violence lasted close to an hour.

Eventually, the whipping grew weaker.

When Cedrick lifted his head, he noticed the manic quality in Gwendolyn’s eyes fading away, giving place to exhaustion.

The second she fell backward, Cedrick shot forward to grab her.

Like the night before, he nimbly placed her back on the bed.

He had been keeping tracking earlier, so he knew she had delivered two hundred and eighteen strikes on him. Genny’s strong when she’s manic

He inhaled sharply.

It hurt terribly.

skin

a hand on the edge of the bed while he took calculated breaths. It took him a long time to recollect himself.

been removed, and turning on the ceiling lights would startle Gwendolyn awake, so Cedrick picked

his way to the refrigerator for an ice pack. As

before, and there was no part of his skin

was covered

to keep himself steady with a hand on the

from the act, the receiver would be even

been sleeping well for the past few nights. He was sore and tired.

with the right dose of medication to cure her, so Cedrick had to quickly treat

senses and grabbed the anti- inflammatory cream Joshua had given

felt a cooling sensation on his skin, but it soon turned into flames from an inferno, burning his skin. It felt as if his skin was going to fall off.

Cedrick, a man

body, and the world spun around him. He

heal faster, he took a towel and bit

stress from the agonizing session. After putting on his pajamas, he went back upstairs to

were covered with wounds, and when he carried Gwendolyn, her weight pressed against them. Nevertheless, Cedrick let no pained sound leave

look at Cedrick with a frown “This is too tiring for you, Cedrick. Go

continued to hold Gwendolyn’s hand as he stood beside

woken you up in the middle of the night to work. I can’t possibly ask you to keep an eye on my

the serum to the lab in the middle of the night back then for

relationship. If only life was

be. These difficult times will pass,

let me keep you company then. It’s not as

a chair over to sit beside Cedrick.

abrasion and swelling on

pretty bad, and

at his wrist. “This is nothing. I’ll deal with it later.”

out, thinking to pat the back of Cedrick’s hand in consolation, but quickly realized that there was no

for a whole minute

must be hard to apply the medication on your back, right? Sit down. I’ll do it

of his head. “I’ve already treated it with a spray before coming

otherwise at his insistence, knowing that nothing he said could change his mind. Hence, he quietly sat beside

and Cedrick started flagging. As he supported himself with a

we should sedate her. Don’t be her punching bag anymore. Look at you. One more beating, and you’re

as he tried to keep his

went on, “What about this? Put on a set of protective wear tomorrow night. It’s better than letting her hit you without wearing