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.

of his skin was screaming in pain.

on the edge of the bed while he took calculated breaths.

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

his way to the refrigerator for an ice pack. As he held it against his cheek, he checked the injuries on

than before, and there was no part

was covered in the

to keep himself steady with a hand on

tire from the act, the receiver would

had not been sleeping well for the

had already come up with the right dose of medication to cure her, so Cedrick had to quickly treat himself before taking

back to his senses and grabbed the anti- inflammatory cream Joshua

a cooling sensation on his skin, but it soon turned into flames from an inferno, burning his skin.

was hit. Even Cedrick, a man with a high pain tolerance, was unable to withstand

body, and the world spun around him.

the wounds heal faster, he took a towel and bit onto it before continuing the application of

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

no pained

turned to look at Cedrick with a frown “This is too tiring for you, Cedrick. Go and rest in the room at the side. This will

continued to hold Gwendolyn’s hand as

woken you up in the middle of the night to work. I can’t possibly ask you to keep an eye on my wife too. Go ahead and sleep. I’ll wake you when the

Gwendolyn had delivered the serum

only

tightened his grip on Gwendolyn’s hand. “It will be. These difficult times will

company then. It’s not as if I can

sigh, Joshua dragged a chair over to sit beside Cedrick.

instance, he keenly spotted the abrasion and swelling on Cedrick’s wrist, and he leaned closer to

pretty bad, and it’s

gave a half-hearted glance at his wrist. “This

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

for a whole minute before he awkwardly retracted it.

to apply the medication on your back, right? Sit down.

a shake of his head. “I’ve already treated it with a spray before coming out. It’s not

his mind. Hence, he quietly sat beside Cedrick and waited for Gwendolyn to be done with

flagging. As he supported himself with a hand on the bed, he closed his

be her punching bag anymore. Look at you. One more beating, and

did not speak as he tried to keep his rapid pained breathing

on, “What about this? Put on a set of protective wear tomorrow night. It’s better than letting her hit