Chapter 62: Miserable Ending

"Die?" he pulled me over and pushed me down on the bed, yelling at me, "No way!"

I knew he wouldn't. How could he be so merciful to me?

I closed my eyes and laid down on the bed, hopelessly, "I am at your mercy," I said. Without opening my eyes, it was more sensitive for me to feel his heavy breathing. I knew he was trying to hold back his anger.

Surprised by the sound of a tearing sheet, I opened my eyes in a panic, seeing him bind my wrists to the bed with torn strips. "What are you doing?" I cried.

"Heartless woman, you are not worthy of my love!" he shouted.

Before I understood his intention, he had pulled my legs open and started having intercourse.

When I was tied to the bed, I saw he was looking for excitement. Then I recollected our tender and the patient first night, full of affectionate kissed and contacts, I realized his love.

A woman like me deserved such treatment. I could neither put aside my inner hatred nor lose his love. How stupid I was to think he would not know my thoughts if I covered my eyes? Now all the lies had been exposed and I was being punished.

Instead of begging for mercy, I just bit my lips to muffle the sound in the long ordeal. When it was all over, cloudy liquid came out of my numb body, was mixed with scarlet blood. He moved my scattered hair in astonishment.

My face was covered with tears, and I was bleeding from my swollen lips. I turned away, avoiding my embarrassment and said, "If you don't want me to die, torture me tomorrow by other means. Today is enough."

It was a miserable ending to falling in love with the enemy: to torture and hurt each other with sincere love! "How could he feel happy when I was suffering!!" I thought to myself.

Putting on his pajamas, he walked to the door. But he seemed to think of something, turning back to carry my knife and phone in the bag. When he closed the door, I heard him yelling at his bodyguard in the corridor, "From now on, she isn't allowed to leave this room for half a minute!"

The pillow and duvet remained, but his love was gone completely. I struggled to bite off the strips that bound me, then lifted my numb wrists to dry my tears and untied the other hand.

It was chilly, and I started to tremble, even when I was tightly wrapped in my duvet.

I fell asleep, not knowing the time. When opening my eyes, I saw the lunch on the table, which looked scrumptious, but I had no appetite. I straightened my aching body to sit up. As I was about to get off the bed, I felt dizzy and fell on the ground.

Thinking of when I was a child, Jonathan would pick me up gently when I tumbled to the ground, asking me, "Does it hurt?" I wanted to slap myself as punishment for my ruthless cheating!

Now, it was time for me to get used to pain, because I had lost his love, there would be much suffering waiting for me to bear.

I rubbed my knees and got up. I moved to the wardrobe with a limp and picked the most beautiful dress. After getting dressed, I walked up to the door.

I just opened it and the bodyguard blocked my way immediately and said, "Miss, if you need anything, please let me know, but you can't leave the room. It's the boss's instructions."

"I know, I just want to ask: Is he home?" I said.

"He has gone to the company," the bodyguard replied.

"Thank you!" I said and went back to lie on the bed, I couldn't sleep, recollecting his every word and every expression.

In my dream, he was still gentle when he held and kissed me, saying, "Desiree, I love you eternally.!"

I nodded, gritting my teeth, and said, "I believe it!"

When I woke up, I went blank and stared at the ceiling.