Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Who accused her? How many people had wanted to hurt her?

How much injustice had she suffered that she even begged pitifully in her dreams?

That night, Frederick felt an ache roiling in his chest. He could not do anything except to hold her, his heart unable to find peace.

The next day, when Alicia opened her eyes, she felt dizzy and her body ached uncomfortably.

Her thoughts were fragmented as she slowly propped herself up. Her gaze was still sluggish until she saw the marks on her arms and the memories returned.

As if something came to her mind, she threw off the quilt and hopped down the bed.

She rushed to the closet and was dumbfounded. Where was her suitcase? Where was her bag? She remembered that she had everything packed and placed it right here!

She paced around the area and spotted the overflowing trash can. Moving forward, the tom clothing came into sight. Rage sparked in her eyes.

B*stard!

She had just bought those clothes last year! They could still be worn and he had cut them up! Where was her suitcase? Did he throw it away too?

Anger flooding her veins, Alicia turned around just to see Frederick walking in with his phone in hand. Their eyes met and his lips curled into a smile while she shot daggers at him.

"How can you touch my things? Who gave you the right to throw away my clothes?"

Seeing that she had the strength to yell at him, he was delighted. "Those are trash, why shouldn't I throw them away?"

His eyes narrowed when he saw her walking around barefooted in her thin nightdress. "Why did you come out from bed in just this? You're getting messier! Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? Get back to bed!"

looked around huffing and almost fainted from exasperation. She noticed that the translation dictionaries were back in their places on the shelf. She had spent days packing and arranging her

suitcase back in its

and pulled the pink suitcase

to pack her things

Frederick then grabbed her wrist. "What are you

clients again? I'm not that pathetic!" She shook his hand off but felt

weaker tone, regret written all over his

"Don't touch me!"

tried to shove him

to stay here for even one more second! I hate you, hate you! You're the most shameless man I've ever met! No, you're not a man! We haven't even divorced and you asked your wife to escort other men? You aren't afraid of being a cuckold; what more

kicking, she was not only furious but desolate. A man who could not protect his own woman was useless;

someone she could rely on, not someone

to escape this h*ll of a marriage. All her reluctance and longing disappeared into thin air. As much as she loved him, she

said nothing and held on to

row of teeth marks appeared on the back of his hand but he never

to let go and started kicking him.

pulled her into his arms. "This

would not listen to a single word of his. "I want to go home! Give

her,

"Don't touch me!"

Just as she pushed him away, the door opened and Carson walked in. All that came into his view was a pair of fair, long legs. He froze immediately. "Sorry, sorry, you guys

in that thin nightdress. Due to all the mess with Frederick, the hem of her dress was lifted up and she was bare underneath. She wanted to push Frederick away but she instinctively turned into his arms

reached out and covered her. "Get out! Do you want to have your eyes