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!"

fainted from exasperation. She noticed that the translation dictionaries were back in their places on the shelf. She

suitcase back

and pulled

pack her things again, not giving

two seconds, Frederick then grabbed her wrist. "What are you

I stay here and wait to entertain your clients again? I'm not that pathetic!" She shook his hand off but

a weaker tone, regret written all over his

"Don't touch me!"

she tried to shove him out of the

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 couldn't you do? You're a jerk! I won't be

was not only furious but desolate. A man who could not protect his own woman was useless; he was worse than

for someone she could rely on,

to escape this h*ll of a marriage. All her reluctance and longing disappeared into thin air. As much as she loved him, she would never reduce

expression changed but he said nothing and held on to

teeth marks appeared on the back of his hand but he

had to let go

arms. "This was an accident! It won't happen ever

to a single word of his. "I want

arms around her, he felt

"Don't touch me!"

tangled together at the door. Just as she pushed him away, the door opened and Carson walked in.

bare underneath. She wanted to push Frederick away but she instinctively turned into his arms the next second. After all, the thin fabric could not hide her figure and although she hated him,

and covered her. "Get out! Do you want

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