Chapter 78 Anyone but You

Brendan’s mien turned stormy. He espied a bucket of water next to a mop nearby and poured it all over Deirdre’s face.

The chill woke Deirdre from her drug-induced stupor. Her newfound sobriety was met with more abuse. “Are you awake now, you rabid b*tch?! I’m your husband! Who else could you possibly want other than me?! Are you really the kind of cheap slut who can’t help but spread her legs for anyone with a dick as long as he’s nice?”

‘Your husband?’

Deirdre’s eyes welled up. She wanted to laugh. For two long years, she had suffered because of this stupid title, and what had she gotten in return? This arduous,

inescapable hell. This proclamation had ceased bringing her joy. Now, it was simply a dog whistle for terror.

“Yes! I am that kind of cheap slut! I’ll let any man screw me! Anyone at all!” Her knees were wobbling, but she willed herself to stand firm. “Anyone except you, Brendan Brighthall.”

“How dare you!” he howled before he raised his hand.

Deirdre could feel the breeze of his motion. She then closed her eyes and waited.

It never came.

through his teeth. “One last chance. If I hear something like this coming

Deirdre’s face paled.

heard the sound of

with a visibly rotund belly walked in. He seemed to be searching the hallway frantically. When he saw Deirdre, he sighed in relief and remarked, “How did my b*tch get over there? You scared

around Deirdre’s arm, his features twisting in contempt as if he was reluctant to go through with his business. “Urgh, am I gonna say no just because she looks like sh*t? Hell no Gotta get my end of the bargain, and that is that! As long as she f*cks good, right? Can’t complain either since

a low price.”

landed on his own. Startled, the man lifted his head. He was too inebriated to see the

how to tell you this nicely, but back the f*ck off. I already paid to screw her. It was just 8 dollars, I know, but a

Smack!

was seeing red, swung a

stupefied, he lunged and followed up with a barrage until the man was screaming for mercy while sputtering out the

her, all she could focus on

by the hem of his pants.

“H-Help me…”

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