Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 1392

The enraged roar of a man who had lost all reason echoed throughout the entire room.

Rosalie no longer had the strength to argue. She merely sneered and said, "Because Justin was worth it. I wanted to be with him. But you...you disgust me."

At this moment, it seemed the only way she could retaliate against Sebastian was through words—to trample on his pride as a man.

Sebastian's breathing grew rapid and heavy. He clenched Rosalie's wrist tightly, his teeth grinding together in fury.

"You bitch! You wanted to sleep with him, huh? Then I'll remove all traces of him from you bit by bit until there's nothing left! Then, you'll be my slave, mentally, physically, and emotionally!" he yelled.

The latter half of the night was another storm of torment.

Rosalie had no idea how she had survived. All she knew was that Sebastian had been like a wild beast that was completely out of control. She had almost died.

Yet, as she hovered on the brink of death, all she could think about was that maybe it would be better if she simply died. That way, she could be with Justin.

Sebastian was already dressed and was standing by

hands and feet were bound with

making them ache. She turned her head to

on the floor, yet she could still see

being alive. She

scene would return to her-the image of Justin lying on the

was nothing after it—no

so much. Even breathing was

wanted

heavens doing this to her?

must the world push her into despair time and

Rosalie was crying on the bed, Sebastian turned

looked somewhat haggard and weary. He walked over to the bed and sat down, his large, heated palm gripping her

flinched, as though she had suffered a terrible fright,

obeyed me,

I didn't, why would do all this? Do you think I want to do these terrible