Chapter 95 Take Another Woman To Provoke Her

He didn't look back. Instead, he walked to his car.

Sherry's mouth was wide open in shock. He was crazy, completely crazy. How could he humiliate her like this? She was his wife!

It was still daytime. There were no pedestrians on the road, but there was no guarantee that no one would pass by here at this time.

Seeing Jeremy leave without a care, Sherry hurriedly tried to loosen the tie, but it was entangled too tightly. And she had struggled earlier, so the knot was tighter than when he had tied her up.

She desperately tried to loosen the tie while watching Jeremy getting into the car. A few seconds later, she heard the roar of the engine.

He drove away!

"Jeremy!" she screamed.

But he was gone, leaving her behind.

She looked at the mess she was in and her eyes filled with tears.

It took her a long time to loosen his tie. She put on her torn clothes and staggered to stand up.

Her legs felt sore; they wouldn't move the way she wanted, like they didn't belong to her anymore. She walked a few steps on the grass dizzily.

'Where is my phone?' She looked around, trying to find it.

But there was no sign of it anywhere. She desperately walked back to the road.

She couldn't spot a single car nearby to ask for a life. Her feet were bare and dirty. By the time she walked back to the villa, it would probably be dark.

Sherry staggered along, trying to avoid the small stones on the ground.

Even if no one cared about her, she still needed to take care of herself.

She was determined. This was not the end of the line. It's not like she had nothing; she could still work.

Even if she divorced Jeremy, she could live a happy life. At least, she didn't have to live like the walking dead.

She had been walking for nearly an hour. Sherry didn't know what time it was, but her feet was already blistered.

All of a sudden, a car came into view.

The familiar car stopped not far away from her. Sherry saw it. Stunned for a few seconds, she continued to walk as if she saw nothing.

She passed by the car, pretending not to see it.

Jeremy got out and walked to her. He threw the shoes in his hand in front of Sherry's feet and said, "Put them on."

Sherry stopped and stared at the shoes.

She didn't move. After waiting impatiently for a few seconds, Jeremy picked her up and put her into the car.

Then, he started the car and drove away from there.

"I forgot that you didn't have your shoes on," he said.

There was no reaction on her face. He didn't know if she had heard him or not.

"Does your feet hurt?" he asked again.

Of course, it hurt! But she wasn't stupid enough to admit it and she planned on taking care of her feet later.

Just as she had thought earlier, even if no one cared for her, she would take care of herself.

She put her dirty hand in front of his face. "Give me your phone."

He frowned and held on to the steering wheel with both hands.

Sherry turned to look at him and said word by word, "Give-me-your-phone!"

She couldn't bear the thought that she had been photographed in such lecherous manner, especially by her husband.

A smile crept on to his li

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

and her eyes puffed.

He took one look at her, then grabbed her collar and dragged her out of the room.

"Why are you here?" Jessie asked, sitting on the sofa. She had taken off her coat and was wearing a tight pencil skirt and black silk stockings. She was surprised to see Sherry there.

Jeremy dragged her to the sofa, where she sat silently and stared at Jessie coldly.

Jessie glared back and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Before Jessie could say anything else, Jeremy pulled her up from the sofa and took her into the bedroom.

"Ow! Be gentle, honey! That hurts!" Jessie said in a sing-song voice.

Jeremy closed the door, but not completely. There was a small gap left open.

Sitting on the sofa, Sherry listened quietly to what was happening in the bedroom.

Jessie's voice was so loud that Sherry couldn't ignore it even if she tried.

"Be gentle...

Come on, don't be like that..."

After a while, Jessie's screams became sweeter, and it was hard to listen to her moans. Sherry put her hands around her shoulders. She could smell Jeremy on her.

Sherry regretted not changing her clothes.

He had bought that bed for them. Now, he was having sex on it with another woman while letting her listen to their moans.

Sherry sniffed, and tried her best to ignore what was happening inside the room.

She was used to being hurt by him. Now that she knew Jeremy was capable of even threatening her with her pictures and videos, she wondered what else he would do to her in the future.

He was a monster!

In the bedroom, Jeremy was sitting on the chair and looking at Jessie squirming on the bed.

She felt aggrieved and wondered whether she had made a mistake. When they entered the room, Jeremy gave her a toy and asked her to masturbate by herself on the bed.

Under his intense gaze, Jessie gradually felt thirsty for more. She stopped what she was doing, bit her lips and said in a low whisper, "Honey..."

"Don't stop," ordered Jeremy in a low voice.

His voice was not too loud, but Jessie heard it clearly. Sherry, on the other hand, didn't hear his words.