Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

No matter how hard Zoe fought, Peter still managed to tear off her clothes and left a bite mark on her collarbone. He was not just kissing her, but biting her as if he wanted to devour her. This was terrifying. Maybe he would lose his selfcontrol and unintentionally kill her.

Zoe searched frantically for an escape plan, but came up with nothing. Just when she was at her wits' end, Peter suddenly stilled.

"No..." Peter repeatedly mumbled and collapsed atop Zoe as if drained of strength.

Zoe was frozen and tears spilled from her eyes.

She didn't do anything. It was Peter who managed to subdue his emotions.

Peter was asleep for an entire day. Zoe stayed at his bedside taking care of him. His wound had healed quickly, but she was not so lucky. She looked like a victim of domestic violence. As night fell, Zoe intended to get up and leave his bedroom to rest.

Just as she rose, she saw Peter move.

"Peter?" She asked.

Peter slowly opened his eyes, which were lucid and covered with a sheen of tears. "I'm sorry."

He came to his senses and immediately knew what he had done. Although he couldn't remember the details clearly, he knew that he regarded her as prey and wanted to tear her up.

"It's okay. Shall I take you to see a psychologist?" Zoe leaned over and touched his forehead. It was a little warm, but he wasn't feverish.

"Does it hurt?" Peter looked at her lips and couldn't hold back his tears. "It must be painful. I've always wanted to protect you, but I acted like a lunatic."

"It's nothing." Zoe shook her head. "I will pretend that this never happened, you-"

Peter suddenly sat up straight and held her tightly in his arms. "I have been thinking, if you are willing to be my girlfriend, our first date must be romantic with flowers and the ocean and beautiful lights."

"Peter..."

"I want to protect you and give you the best, but Zoe, I don't deserve you," he whimpered like a child. "I don't even have an identification card. He said how could I have an identity card when I was picked up on the roadside? He said that I was a liability."

Zoe gently patted his back. "It will all be over soon." "Zoe, can you stay in a hotel? Take Olive with you, okay?" Peter was reluctant to leave her, but he had no choice.

He did not know what he would do, nor did he know how to face her.

Fortunately, he woke up in the middle of the night.

faint moonlight. If it were daytime, he would clearly see the evidence of his brutality, and he would be

touched his cheek and felt her heart ache when

state, she remembered how he had always

she'd help with the laundry, instead he quietly took care of it. She was too embarrassed

a

maternal instincts surged and she felt

had nothing

phone call." Peter gently clasped her hand. Seeing her fingers covered in wounds, he wanted to kill himself.

"Have a good rest and don't overthink. I'm

herself from his hold, wanting to head back to her room to calm

take two steps, he enveloped her in his arms from behind and whispered into the shell of

tender

"Hmm?" She responded.

don't know," he

he was willing

did not

on his head. "Go to sleep. I'll

and pulled her down beside him. He wrapped his arms around her

a smile, "Does this count as taking advantage

me. You are really fickle."

to stay," Peter

"Yeah, I didn't leave."

behind her words, or

off to sleep. Zoe gazed at the man in her arms and her pulse quickened. Peter was

comics came to life, then

brushed over his

she felt oddly at ease. She had witnessed the worst of him,

have Stockholm

had harmed her, yet she was intrigued

feelings were really

day,

eyes and saw Zoe. Before he had time to feel happy, guilt swept

still bruised. There was a jacket on the bed that looked like it was torn apart by someone. It must have been him, but she didn't throw

over and gently kissed her eyes.