Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 19

Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 19

Not only was my body hurting, but my heart was aching too.
When I first got married, I thought I was the luckiest woman in
the world. On my wedding night, Lyle hugged me and told me he
would make me happy for the rest of my life.
But this was what we had become after only two years of
marriage. In fact, it didn’t take two years. He started to cheat
one year ago, yet he had the audacity to hit me while I was lying
in the hospital bed covered in blood.
Tears began rolling down my cheeks. I poured out my grievances
and dissatisfaction, but Lyle was not willing to let me off. He held
me by my throat as his face contorted in anger. By then, the
hospital bedsheet was soaked with blood.
“So you really had an affair with Christopher! I’m going to kill
you, Yvonne.”
That’s men. They don’t allow their women to be close to the
opposite sex even when they themselves have cheated and
committed adultery.
My vision began to blur as air rushed out of my lungs, and my

firm grip on Lyle’s hand loosened. I gazed up at his handsome
face, but somehow, it looked malicious and repulsive to me.
We had been friends since childhood before we became
romantically involved. At that time, I was very fond of Lyle and
loved to look at him because his smile was as bright as the sun.
Just seeing his heartwarming smile made me feel better
whenever I was upset.
But now, his face seemed strangely unfamiliar. With my last
ounce of strength, I struggled to ask, “Lyle, we’ve been married
for two years. Have you ever loved me?”
“No. And I never will!” Lyle answered without hesitation.
I smiled bitterly. So what we had in the past few years was all a
joke, and it was a mockery of my ignorance. Because of that, I
was consumed by the desire to have my revenge. I figured
whatever happened between Christopher and me would serve as
that, so I began to indulge in the thoughts of my “sweet”
revenge.
I honestly thought that Lyle would really kill me then and there.
Fortunately, a nurse came in to check on me at that time. And
since Lyle didn’t want to have blood on his hands, he decided to
let go of his grip on my throat.
Once his hand left my throat, I fell back limply on the bed and
gasped for air. When the nurse came to my side, she pulled the
blanket aside and let out a terrified scream when she saw the
blood-covered sheets. She immediately called in a group of
nurses and doctors.
Everyone tacitly ignored the raw handprints on my neck and tried
their best to treat me. After all, it was my private matter, and
they weren’t going to intervene.
Lyle was shocked when he saw the large amount of blood that
had pooled on the white bedsheet, standing rooted to his spot
behind the nurses and doctors. After a while, he came forward to
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