The Divorce Prescription

Celine tried to sit up, but Adam pressed down on her, reaching out to tear at her collar.

With a sharp sound, the fabric split open. A chill ran across her exposed shoulder, and she gasped in shock.

At that moment, Adam buried his face in her neck, kissing her. "Why is it okay for Perry, but not for me? Celine, why are you doing this to me?"

That was the question she should be asking him. Why was he doing this to her? He could be with Carly, but she wasn't allowed to be with Perry? What kind of logic was that?

What gave him the right to stand by Carly's side while barging into her home and assaulting her? What did he take her for?

Celine struggled with all her strength. "Adam, let me go! Don't touch me! Let go of me!"

Adam continued tearing at her clothes while unbuckling the belt around his lean, muscular waist. "Celine, I want to have sex with you! Don't you want to save Perry? You can make things easier for him. Just sleep with me!"

Adam forced her legs apart.

Celine's eyes reddened. She felt terrible, and her stomach hurt so much.

"Adam, my stomach hurts. You're hurting me! Adam, don't make me regret ever loving you!"

body freeze, and his frenzied movements came to an

beneath him. Celine was crying —her small,

her hair messy, and she looked as

complete disarray. He had lost control just now, but now, his sanity was slowly returning. When had he fallen so low that

parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but his voice was hoarse, and he

to gently wipe away

hand away. "Don't touch

in midair. A few seconds later, he slowly let go of Celine and stood up.

like that,

of the apartment door closing, her tightly wound body finally relaxed. tidal wave of grievance

chest.

hugging herself

a bastard. She would

small

man just now was your

keep